When she had dohis, she could e and hear a good deal better. The nois she had been hearing turned out to be of two kinds：the rhythmical thump of veral feet, and the music of four fiddles, three flutes, and a drum. She also got her own position clear. She was looking out of a hole in a steep bank which sloped down and reached the level about fourtee below her. Everything was very white. A lot of people were moving about. Then she gasped！ The people were trim little Fauns, and Dryads with leafed hair floating behind them. For a d they looked as if they were moving anyhow; then she saw that they were really doing a dance — a dah so many plicated steps and figures that it took you some time to uand it. Then it came over her like a thunderclap that the pale, blue light was really moonlight, and the white stuff on the ground was really snow. And of cour！ There were the stars staring in a black frosty sky overhead. And the tall black things behind the dancers were trees. They had not only got out into the upper world at last, but had e out in the heart of Narnia. Jill felt she could have fainted with delight; and the music — the wild musitenly sweet a just the least bit eerie too, and full of good magic as the Witch’s thrumming had been full of bad magic — made her feel it all the more.
All this takes a long time to tell, but of cour it took a very short time to e. Jill turned almost at oo shout down to the others, “I say！ It’s all right. We’re out, and we’re home.” But the reason she never got further than “I say” was this. Cirg round and round the dancers was a ring of Dwarfs, all dresd in their fi clothes; mostly scarlet with fur-lined hoods and golden tasls and big furry top-boots. As they circled round they were all diligently throwing snowballs. （Tho were the white things that Jill had en flying through the air.） They weren’t throwing them at the dancers as silly boys might have been doing in England. They were throwing them through the dan such perfect time with the musid with such perfect aim that if all the dancers were ily the right places at exactly the right moments, no one would be hit. This is called the Great Snow Dand it is done every year in Narnia on the first moonlit night when there is snow on the ground. Of cour it is a kind of game as well as a dance, becau every now and then some dancer will be the least little bit wrong a a snowball in the face, and then everyone laughs. But a good team of dancers, Dwarfs, and musis will keep it up for hours without a si. On fine nights when the cold and the drumtaps, and the hooting of the owls, and the moonlight, have got into their wild, woodland blood and made it even wilder, they will daill daybreak. I wish you could e it for yourlves.