Prince Caspian 贾思潘王子 Chapter 10　The Return of the Lion-1

For an afternoon's ramble ending in a picnic tea it would have been delightful.

It had everything you could want on an occasion of that sort - rumbling waterfalls, silver cascades, deep, amber-coloured pools, mossy rocks, and deep moss on the banks in which you could sink over your ankles, every kind of fern, jewel-like dragon flies, sometimes a hawk overhead and once (Peter and Trumpkin. both thought) an eagle.

But of course what the children and the Dwarf wanted to see as soon as possible was the Great River below them, and Beruna, and the way to Aslan's How.

As they went on, the Rush began to fall more and more steeply.

Their journey became more and more of a climb and less and less of a walk - in places even a dangerous climb over slippery rock with a nasty drop into dark chasms, and the river roaring angrily at the bottom.

You may be sure they watched the cliffs on their left eagerly for any sign of a break or any place where they could climb them; but those cliffs remained cruel.

It was maddening, because everyone knew that if once they were out of the gorge on that side, they would have only a smooth slope and a fairly short walk to Caspian's headquarters.

The boys and the Dwarf were now in favour of lighting a fire and cooking their bear-meat.

Susan didn't want this; she only wanted, as she said, "to get on and finish it and get out of these beastly woods".

Lucy was far too tired and miserable to have any opinion about anything.

But as there was no dry wood to be had, it mattered very little what anyone thought.

The boys began to wonder if raw meat was really as nasty as they had always been told. Trumpkin assured them it was.