Prince Caspian 贾思潘王子 Chapter 11　The Lion Roars-10

But as they drew nearer they looked less like trees; and when the whole crowd, bowing and curtsying and waving thin long arms to Aslan, were all around Lucy, she saw that it was a crowd of human shapes.

Pale birch-girls were tossing their heads, willowwomen pushed back their hair from their brooding faces to gaze on Aslan,

the queenly beeches stood still and adored him, shaggy oak-men, lean and melancholy elms, shockheaded hollies (dark themselves, but their wives all bright with berries) and gay rowans, all bowed and rose again, shouting, "Aslan, Aslan!" in their various husky or creaking or wave-like voices.

The crowd and the dance round Aslan (for it had become a dance once more) grew so thick and rapid that Lucy was confused.

She never saw where certain other people came from who were soon capering about among the trees.

One was a youth, dressed only in a fawn-skin, with vine-leaves wreathed in his curly hair.

His face would have been almost too pretty for a boy's, if it had not looked, so extremely wild.

You felt, as Edmund said when he saw him a few days later, "There's a chap who might do anything absolutely anything."

He seemed to have a great many names - Bromios, Bassareus, and the Ram were three of them.

There were a lot of girls with him, as wild as he. There was even, unexpectedly, someone on a donkey.

And everybody was laughing: and everybody was shouting out, "Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi."