ILUCYSAW
SUSAwoboyswerebitterlytiredwithrowiheyrouheadlahefinalpullupGlasswateritself，andLucy'sheadathelonghoursofsunandtheglareorumpkihevoyagetobeover。Theseatoosteerhadbeenmadeformen，notDwarfs，areachthefloor-boards;andeveryoneknowshowunfortablethatisevees。Andastheyallgrewmoretired，theirspiritsfell。Uptillnowthehadohinkingofhowtogettoohattheywoulddowhentheyfoundhim，andhowahandfulofDwarfsandwoodlaurescoulddefeatanarmyofgro>
TwilightwasingonastheyrowedslowlyupthewindingsofGlasswaterCreek—atwilightwhiedasthebanksdrewcletherandthetreesbeganalmosttomeetoverhead。ItwasveryquietihesoundoftheseadiedawaybehiheyhearthetrickleofthelittlestreamsthatpoureddowintoGlass>
&ashoreatlast，fartootiredtoattemptlightingafire;andevenasupperofapples（thoughmostofthemfeltthattheyedtoseeanappleagaierthantryingtocatchorshootanythilesilentmungtheyallhuddleddowhemossaweenfebeechtrees。
EveryoLuttosleepatonce。Lugfarlesstired，foundithardtogetfortable。Also，shehadfottentillnowthatallDwarfsshatowaysofgetti，sosheopenedhereyes。
Throughagapinthebradbranchesshecouldjustseeapatchofwateriheskyaboveit。Then，withathrillofmemory，shesawagaihoseyears，thebrightNarnianstars。Shehadohembetterthaarsofourownworld，becauseasaQueeninNarniashehadgoobedmuchlaterthanasaEngland。Aheywere—atleast，threeofthesummerstellationscouldbeseenfromwhereshelay:theShip，theHammer，andtheLeopard。“DearoldLeopard，”shemurmuredhappilytoherself。
&tingdrowsiershewasgettingmoreawake—withanodd，night-time，dreamishkindofwakefulheCreekwasgrhter。Shekhatthenmoonwasonit，thoughshe'tseethemoon。Aofeelthatthewholeforestwasingawakelikeherself。Hardlyknowi，shegotupquidwalkedalittledistanceawayfromtheirbivouac。
“Thisislovely，”saidLucytoherself。Itwasdfresh，deliellswerefloatingeverywhere。
Somewhereclosebysheheardthetwitterofanightiosiopping，thenbeginningagain。Itwasalittlelighterahead。Shewentthtaoaplacewheretherewerefewertrees，aoonlight，butthemoonlightandtheshadowssomixedthatyoucouldhardlybesurewhereanythingas。Atthesamemomeiisfiedatlastwithhistuningup，burstintofullsong。
Lucy'seyesbegantogrowaedtothelight，ahetreesthatwerehermoredistinctly。AgreatlongingfortheolddayswhealkinNarniacameoverher。Sheklyhoweachofthesetreeswouldtalkifonlyshecouldwakethem，andwhatsortofhumanformitwouldputon。Shelookedatasilverbirch:itwouldhaveasoft，showeryvoidwouldlooklikeaslendergirl，withhairblownallaboutherfadfondofdang。Shelookedattheoak:hewouldbeawizeheartyoldmanwithafrizzledbeardandwartsonhisfads，andhairgrowingoutofthewarts。Shelookedatthebeederwhichshewasstanding。Ah!shewouldbethebestofall。Shewouldbeagraoothaheladyofthewood。
“Oh，Trees，Trees，Trees，”saidLucy（thoughshehadendiall）。“Oh，Trees，ake。Don'tyourememberit?Don'tyourememberme?DryadsandHamadryads，etome。”
Thoughtherewashofwiirredabouther。Therustliheleaveswasalmostlikewords。Thenightioppedsingingasiftolistentoit。
Lucyfeltthatatashewouldbegiandwhatthetreesweretryingtosay。ButthemomentdidherustlihenightissohemoonlightthewoodlookedmaiLucyhadthefeeling（asyousometimeshavewheorememberaeandalmostgetit，butitvanishesbeforeyoureallydo）thatshehadjustmissedsomething:asifshehadspokereesasplitsedtoosoonorasplitsedtoolate，orusedalltherightwordsexe，orputihatwasjustwrong。
Quitesuddeofeeltired。Shewentbacktothebivouauggleddoweter，andies。
Itwasadcheerlesswakingforthemallm，withagraytwilightinthewood（forthesunhadrisehingdampanddirty。
“Apples，heigh-ho，”saidTrumpkinwitharuefulgrin。“Imustsayyouakingsandqueensdon'toverfeedyourcourtiers!”
&oodupandshookthemselvesa。Thetreeswerethidtheycouldseehanafewyardsiion。
“IsupposeyourMajestiesknowthewayallright?”saidtheD>
“Idon't，”saidSusan。“I'vehesewoodsinmylifebefore。InfactIthoughtallaloohavegoheriver。”
&hinkyoumighthavesaidsoatthetime，”ahpardonablesharpness。
“Oh，don'ttakeanynoticeofher，”saidEdmund。“Shealwaysisawetbla。You'vegotthatpopassofyours，Peter，haven'tyou?Well，then，we&#htasrain。We'veonlygottokeepongoing—crossthatlittleriver，thewhat-do-you-call-it?—theRush—”
“Iknoeter。“TheojoinsthebigriverattheFordsofBeruna，orBeruna&#e，astheD。L。F。callsit。”
“That&#ht。Crossitandstrikeuphill，andwe'llbeattheStoable（Aslan'sHow，Imeaornineo'clock。IhopeKingwillgiveusagoodbreakfast!”
“Ihopeyht，”saidSusan。“Iemberallthatatall。”
“That'sthewirls，”saidEdmuheDwarf。“Theynevercarryamapintheirheads。”
“That'sbecauseourheadshavesomethihem，”saidLucy。
Atfirstthiobegoiywell。Theyeven—thoughttheyhadstruoldpath;butifyouknowanythingaboutwoods，youwillknowthatoneisalwaysfindingimaginarypaths。Theydisappearafteraboutfivemihenyouthinkyouhavefoundanother（aismoreofthesameoalsodisappears，andafteryouhavebeenwellluredouthtdireyourealizethathemwerepatsatall。TheboysandtheDereusedtowoodsaakenihanafewseds。
Theyhadploddedonforabouthalfanhour（threeofthemverystifffromyesterday&#）whenTrumpkinsuddeop。”Theyallstopped。“There'ssomethingfollowingus，”hesaidinalowvoice。“Orrather，somethingkeepingupwithus:overthereoheyallstoodstill，listeningandstaringtilltheirearsandeyesached。“YouandI'dbettereaarrow，”saidSusantoTrumpkin。TheDwarfnodded，ahbowswerereadyforatheparty>
&afewdhfairlyopeningasharplook-out。Theoaplacewheretheuhidtheyhadtopass。Justastheywerepassiherecameasuddehatsnarledandflashed，risingoutfrtwigslikeathu。Luoandwihetwangofabasshefell。Whenshewasabletotakehingsagain，shesawagreatgrim-lookinggraybearlyirumpkin'sarrowinitsside。
“TheD。L。F。beatyouinthatshootingmatch，Su，”saidPeter，withaslightlyforcedsmile。Evenhehadbeehisadventure。