Heledthemtotherightofthedancingtrees—whethertheywerestilldancingnobodyknew, forLucyhadhereyesontheLionandtheresthadtheireyesonLucy—andnearertheedgeofthegorge.“Cobblesandkettledrums!” thoughtTrumpkin.“Ihopethismadnessisn'tgoingtoendinamoonlightclimbandbrokennecks.”
, foritlookedasifhehadplungedoverthecliff; , shecouldseeasteepandnarrowpathgoingslantwisedownintothegorgebetweenrocks, , “Hi! Lucy! Lookout, forgoodness' '—“andthen, amomentlater, Edmund'svoicesaying, “No, she'.”
Half-waydownthepathEdmundcaughtupwithher.
“Look!” hesaidingreatexcitement.“Look! What'sthatshadowcrawlingdowninfrontofus?”
“It'shisshadow,” saidLucy.
“Idobelieveyou'reright, Lu,” saidEdmund.“Ican'tthinkhowIdidn'?”
“Withhisshadow, 'tyouseehim?”
“Well, IalmostthoughtIdid—'ssucharumlight.”
“Geton, KingEdmund, geton,” cameTrumpkin'svoicefrombehindandabove: andthen, fartherbehindandstillnearlyatthetop, Peter'svoicesaying, “Oh, buckup, , .”
, likeacat, , bentdowntodrink, andasheraisedhisshaggyhead, drippingfromthewater, .“Oh, Aslan!” hecried, .
“Peter, Peter,” criedEdmund.“Didyousee?”
“Isawsomething,” saidPeter.“Butit', though, 'tfeelhalfsotirednow, either.”
Aslanwithouthesitationledthemtotheirleft, -liketheroaringstream, thewetgraygrass, theglimmeringcliffswhichtheywereapproaching, andalwaystheglorious, .
Presentlytheycametoanothersteeppath, , .
