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ying to catch or shoot anything。 after a little silent munching they all huddled down together in the moss and dead leaves between four large beech trees。
everyone except lucy went to sleep at once。 lucy； being far less tired； found it hard to get fortable。 also； she had forgotten till now that all dwarfs snore。 she knew that one of the best ways of getting to sleep is to stop trying； so she opened her eyes。
through a gap in the bracken and branches she could just see a patch of water in the creek and the sky above it。 then； with a thrill of memory； she saw again； after all those years； the bright narnian stars。 she had once known them better than the stars of our own world； because as a queen in narnia she had gone to bed much later than as a child in england。 and there they were … at least； three of the summer constellations could be seen from where she lay： the ship； the hammer； and the leopard。 〃dear old leopard；〃 she murmured happily to herself。
instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake … with an odd； night…time； dreamish kind of wakefulness。 the creek was growing brighter。 she knew now that then moon was on it； though she couldnt see the moon。 and now she began to feel that the whole forest was ing awake like herself。 hardly knowing why she did it； she got up quickly and walked a little distance away from their bivouac。
〃this is lovely；〃 said lucy to herself。 it was cool and fresh； delicious smells were floating everywhere。
somewhere close by she heard the twitter of a nightingale beginning to sing； then stopping； then beginning again。 it was a little lighter ahead。 she went towards the light and came to a place where there were fewer trees； and whole patches or pools of moonlight； but the moonlight and the shadows so mixed that you could hardly be sure where anything was or what it was。 at the same moment the nightingale； satisfied at last with his tuning up； burst into full song。
lucys eyes began to grow accustomed to the light； and she saw the trees that were nearest her more distinctly。 a great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in
narnia came over her。 she knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them； and what sort of human form it would put on。 she looked at a silver birch： it would have a soft； showery voice and would look like a slender girl； with hair blown all about her face； and fond of dancing。 she looked at the oak： he would be a wizened； but hearty old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands； and hair growing out of the warts。 she looked at the beech under which she was standing。 ah！
she would be the best of all。 she would be a gracious goddess； smooth and stately； the lady of the wood。
〃oh； trees； trees； trees；〃 said lucy （though she had not been intending to speak at all）。
〃oh； trees； wake； wake； wake。 dont you remember it？ dont you remember me？ dryads and hamadryads； e out； e to me。鈥�
though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her。 the rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words。 the nightingale stopped singing as if to listen to it。
lucy felt that at any moment she would begin to understand what the trees were trying to say。 but the moment did not e。 the rustling died away。 the nightingale resumed its song。 even in the moonlight the wood looked more ordinary again。 yet lucy had the feeling （as you sometimes have when you are trying to remember a name or a date and almost get it； but it vanishes before you really do） that she had just missed something： as if she had spoken to the trees a split second too soon or a split second too late； or used all the right words except one； or put in one word that was just wrong。
quite suddenly she began to feel tired。 she went back to the bivouac； snuggled down between susan and peter； and was asleep in a few minutes。
it was a cold and cheerless waking for them all next morning； with a grey twilight in the wood （for the sun had not yet risen） and everything damp and dirty。
〃apples； heigh…ho；〃 said trumpkin with a rueful grin。 〃i must say you ancient kings and queens dont overfeed your courtiers！鈥�
they stood up and shook themselves and looked about。 the trees were thick and they could see no more than a few yards in any direction。
〃i suppose your majesties know the way all right？〃 said the dwarf。
〃i dont；〃 said susan。 〃ive never seen these woods in my life before。 in fact i thought all along that we ought to have gone by the river。鈥�
〃then i think you might have said so at the time；〃 answered peter； with pardonable sharpness。
〃oh； dont take any notice of her；〃 said edmund。 〃she always is a wet blanket。 youve got that pocket pass of yours； peter； havent you？ well； then； were as right as rain。 weve
only got to keep on going north…west … cross that little river； the what… do…you…call…it？ … the rush …鈥�
〃i know；〃 said peter。 〃the one that joins the big river at the fords of beruna； or berunas bridge； as the d。l。f。 calls it。鈥�
〃thats right。 cross it and strike uphill； and well be at the stone table （aslans how； i mean） by eight or nine oclock。 i hope king caspian will give us a good breakfast！鈥�
〃i hope youre right；〃 said susan。 〃i cant remember all that at all。鈥�
〃thats the worst of girls；〃 said edmund to peter and the dwarf。 〃they never carry a map in their heads。鈥�
〃thats because our heads have something inside them；〃 said lucy。
at first things seemed to be going pretty well。 they even …thought they had struck an old path； but if you know anything about woods； you will know that one is always finding imaginary paths。 they disappear after about five minutes and then you think you have found another （and hope it is not another but more of the same one） and it also disappears； and after you have been well lured out of your right direction you realize that none of them were pats at all。 the boys and the dwarf； however； were used to woods and were not taken in for more than a few seconds。
they had plodded on for about half an hour （three of them very stiff from yesterdays rowing） when trumpkin suddenly whispered； 〃stop。〃 they all stopped。 〃theres something following us；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃or rather； something keeping up with us： over there on the left。〃 they all stood still； listening and staring till their ears and eyes ached。 〃you and id better each have an arrow on the string；〃 said susan to trumpkin。
the dwarf nodded； and when both bows were ready for action the party went on again。
they went a few dozen yards through fairly open woodland； keeping a sharp look…out。
then they came to a place where the undergrowth thickened and they had to pass nearer to it。 just as they were passing the place； there came a sudden something that snarled and flashed； rising out from the breaking twigs like a thunderbolt。 lucy was knocked down and winded； hearing the twang of a bowstring as she fell。 when she was able to take notice of things again； she saw a great grim…looking grey bear lying dead with trumpkins arrow in its side。
〃the d。l。f。 beat you in that shooting match； su；〃 said #peter； with a slightly f