Prince Caspian 贾思潘王子 Chapter 10　The Return of the Lion-8

Yet it was not exactly an ordinary treenoise either. Lucy felt there was a tune in it, but she could not catch the tune any more than she had been able to catch the words when the trees had so nearly talked to her the night before.

But there was, at least, a lilt; she felt her own feet wanting to dance as she got nearer.

And now there was no doubt that the trees were really moving moving in and out through one another as if in a complicated country dance.

("And I suppose," thought Lucy, "when trees dance, it must be a very, very country dance indeed.') She was almost among them now.

The first tree she looked at seemed at first glance to be not a tree at all but a huge man with a shaggy beard and great bushes of hair.

She was not frightened: she had seen such things before. But when she looked again he was only a tree, though he was still moving.

You couldn't see whether he had feet or roots, of course, because when trees move they don't walk on the surface of the earth; they wade in it as we do in water.

The same thing happened with every tree she looked at. At one moment they seemed to be the friendly, lovely giant and giantess forms which the tree-people put on when some good magic has called them into full life: next moment they all looked like trees again.

But when they looked like trees, it was like strangely human trees, and when they looked like people, it was like strangely branchy and leafy people - and all the time that queer lilting, rustling, cool, merry noise.

"They are almost awake, not quite," said Lucy. She knew she herself was wide awake, wider than anyone usually is.

She went fearlessly in among them, dancing herself as she leaped this way and that to avoid being run into by these huge partners.

But she was only half interested in them. She wanted to get beyond them to something else; it was from beyond them that the dear voice had called.