“I wonder, was it really the hall?” said Susan. “What is that terrace kind of thing?”
“Why, you silly,” said Peter （who had bee strangely excited）, “don’t you e? That was the dais where the High Table was, where the King and the great lords sat. Anyone would think you had fotten that we ourlves were once Kings and Queens and sat on a dais just like that, in reat hall.”
“In our castle of Cair Paravel,” tinued Susan in a dreamy and rather singsong voice, “at the mouth of the great river of Narnia. How could I fet?”
“How it all es back！” said Lucy. “We could pretend we were in Cair Paravel now. This hall must have been very like the great hall we feasted in.”
“But unfortunately without the feast,” said Edmund. “It’s getting late, you know. Look how long the shadows are. And have you noticed that it isn’t so hot?”
“We shall need a camp-fire if we’ve got to spend the night here,” said Peter. “I’ve got matches. Let’s go and e if we collee dry wood.”
Everyone saw the n of this, and for the half-hour they were busy. The orchard through which they had first e into the ruins turned out not to be a good place for firewood. They tried the other side of the castle, passing out of the hall by a little side door into a maze of stony humps and hollows which must once have been passages and smaller rooms but was now all les and wild ros. Beyond this they found a wide gap in the castle wall and stepped through it into a wood of darker and bigger trees where they found dead branches and rotten wood and sticks and dry leaves and fir-es iy. They went to and fro with bundles until they had a good pile on the dais. At the fifth jourhey found the well, just outside the hall, hidden in weeds, but and fresh and deep when they had cleared the away. The remains of a stone pavement ran half-way round it. Then the girls went out to piore apples and the boys built the fire, on the dais and fairly clo to the er between two walls, which they thought would be the s and warmest place. They had great difficulty in lighting it and ud a lot of matches, but they succeeded in the end. Finally, all four sat down with their backs to the wall and their faces to the fire. They tried roasting some of the apples on the ends of sticks. But roast apples are not much good without sugar, and they are too hot to eat with your fiill they are too cold to be worth eating. So they had to tent themlves with rales, which, as Edmund said, made one realize that school suppers weren’t so bad after all—“I shouldn’t mind a good thick slice of bread and margarihis minute,” he added. But the spirit of adventure was rising in them all, and no one really wao be back at school.
“I wonder, was it really the hall?” said Susan. “What is that terrace kind of thing?”
“Why, you silly,” said Peter （who had bee strangely excited）, “don’t you e? That was the dais where the High Table was, where the King and the great lords sat. Anyone would think you had fotten that we ourlves were once Kings and Queens and sat on a dais just like that, in reat hall.”
“In our castle of Cair Paravel,” tinued Susan in a dreamy and rather singsong voice, “at the mouth of the great river of Narnia. How could I fet?”
“How it all es back！” said Lucy. “We could pretend we were in Cair Paravel now. This hall must have been very like the great hall we feasted in.”