Susan was the worst. “Supposing I started behaving like Lucy,” she said. “I might threaten to stay here whether the rest of you went on or not. I jolly well think I shall.”
“Obey the High King, your Majesty,” said Trumpkin, “a’s be off. If I’m not to be allowed to sleep, I’d as soon march as staalking.”
And so at last they got on the move. Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she fot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslaurned and walked at a slow pace about thirty yards ahead of them. The others had only Lucy’s dires to guide them, for Aslan was not only invisible to them but silent as well. His big cat-like paws made no noi on the grass.
He led them to the right of the dang trees—whether they were still dang nobody knew, for Lucy had her eyes on the Lion and the rest had their eyes on Lud he edge of the ge. “Cobbles aledrums！” thought Trumpkin. “I hope this madness isn’t going to end in a moonlight climb and broken necks.”
For a long way Asla along the top of the precipices. Then they came to a place where some little trees grew right on the edge. He turned and disappeared among them. Lucy held her breath, for it looked as if he had plunged over the cliff； but she was too busy keeping him in sight to stop and think about this. She quied her pad was soon among the trees herlf. Looking down, she could e a steep and narrow path going slantwi down into the ge between rocks, and Aslan desding it. He turned and looked at her with his happy eyes. Lucy clapped her hands and began to scramble down after him. From behind her she heard the voices of the others shouting, “Hi！ Lucy！ Look out, foodness’sake. You’re right on the edge of the ge. e back—” and then, a moment later, Edmund’s voice saying, “No, she’s right. There is a way down.”
Half-way dowh Edmund caught up with her.
“Look！” he said i excitement. “Look！ What’s that shadow crawling down in front of us?”
“It’s his shadow,” said Lucy.