The Witch and Uncle Andrew are temporarily removed from the picture as Digory looks to the Lion for help.

It’s interesting to see how Jadis and Uncle Andrew treat the children – that is, as things, tools by which they can escape this new world they’ve stumbled upon.  The Lion, on the other hand, is a threat (if for different reasons to each).  Then Jadis suddenly steps out and throws the bar from the lamp-post at the Lion.

The bar struck the Lion fair between the eyes. It glanced off and fell with a thud in the grass. The Lion came on. Its walk was neither slower nor faster than before; you could not tell whether it even knew it had been hit. Though its soft pads made no noise, you could feel the earth shake beneath their weight.

The Witch shrieked and ran: in a few minutes she was out of sight among the trees.

Before long, Digory discovers a little lamp-post growing where the iron bar had fallen on the ground. Thus what Jadis meant for destruction not only fails to hurt or destroy, but turns to life – and what’s more, many years later, it will serve as a beacon for a certain little girl who wanders into Narnia by chance.

“I shouldn’t be surprised if I never grew a day older in this country! Stupendous! The land of youth!”

“Oh!” cried Digory. “The land of youth! Do you think it really is?” For of course he remembered what Aunt Letty had said to the lady who brought the grapes, and that sweet hope rushed back upon him. “Uncle Andrew,” he said, “do you think there’s anything here that would cure Mother?”

“What are you talking about?” said Uncle Andrew. “This isn’t a chemist’s shop. But as I was saying-“

“You don’t care twopence about her,” said Digory savagely. “I thought you might; after all, she’s your sister as well as my Mother. Well, no matter. I’m jolly well going to ask the Lion himself if he can help me.”

Digory’s being emotional and rash again! Fortunately, this time it’s nudging him in the right direction, but that may not always be the case.

[E]very drop of blood tingled in the children’s bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying:

“Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.”

Until next time…