CHAPTER 9
LUCY SA SUSAN and tterly tired er itself, and Lucys er. Even trumpkin longed for to be over. t on o steer D reacable t is even for
ten minutes. And as tired, ts fell. Up till noo get to Caspian. No tures could defeat an army of grown-up humans.
trees began almost to meet over in rickle of ttle streams t poured do into Glasser.
t as last, far too tired to attempt lig of t t ted to see an apple again) seemed better trying to catc anyter a little silent muncogetween four large beecrees.
Everyone except Lucy to sleep at once. Lucy, being far less tired, found it o get comfortable. Also, sten till no all D ting to sleep is to stop trying, so she opened her eyes.
t see a patcer in t. ter all t Narnian stars. Ster tars of our o least, tellations could be seen from ; so herself.
Instead of getting droing more a-time, dreamiser. S t, t see to feel t t tle distance aheir bivouac.
quot;t; said Lucy to was cool and fresing everywhere.
Someter of a nigo sing, topping, t tle lig to and came to a place t and t you could it t tingale, satisfied at last uning up, burst into full song.
Lucys eyes began to groomed to t, and srees t inctly. A great longing for trees could talk in
Narnia came over ly rees alk if only s sort of on. S a silver birc y old man s on of ts. S tanding. Ah!
s of all. Sately, the wood.
quot;Orees, trees, trees,quot; said Lucy (t been intending to speak