Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis

own world, at home, men started going wild inside, like the animals here, and still looked like men, so that you’d never know which were which?”
    “We’ve got enough to bother about here and now in Narnia,” said the practical Susan, “without imagining things like that.”
    When they rejoined the boys and the Dwarf, as much as they thought they could carry of the best meat had been cut off. Raw meat is not a nice thing to fill one’s pockets with, but they folded it up in fresh leaves and made the best of it. They were all experienced enough to know that they would feel quite differently about these squashy and unpleasant parcels when they had walked long enough to be really hungry.
    On they trudged again (stopping to wash three pairs of hands that needed it in the first stream they passed) until the sun rose and the birds began to sing, and more flies than they wanted were buzzing in the bracken. The stiffness from yesterday’s rowing began to wear off. Everybody’s spirits rose. The sun grew warmer and they took their helmets off and carried them.
    “I suppose we are going right?” said Edmund about an hour later.
    “I don’t see how we can go wrong as long as we don’t bear too much to the left,” said Peter. “If we bear too much to the right, the worst that can happen is wasting a little time by striking the great River too soon and not cutting off the corner.”
    And again they trudged on with no sound except the thud of their feet and the jingle of their chain shirts.
    “Where’s this bally Rush got to?” said Edmund a good deal later.
    “I certainly thought we’d have struck it by now,” said Peter. “But there’s nothing to do but keep on.” They both knew that the Dwarf was looking anxiously at them, but he said nothing.
    And still they trudged on and their mail shirts began to feel very hot and heavy.
    “What on earth?” said Peter suddenly.
    They had come, without seeing it, almost to the edge of a small precipice from which they looked down into a gorge with a river at the bottom. On the far side the cliffs rose much higher. None of the party except Edmund (and perhaps Trumpkin) was a rock climber.
    “I’m sorry,” said Peter. “It’s my fault for coming this way. We’re lost. I’ve never seen this place in my life before.”
    The Dwarf gave a low whistle between his teeth.
    “Oh, do let’s go back and go the other way,” said Susan. “I knew all along we’d get lost in these woods.”
    “Susan!” said Lucy, reproachfully, “don’t nag at Peter like that. It’s so rotten, and he’s doing all he can.”
    “And don’t you snap at Su like that, either,” said Edmund. “I think she’s quite right.”
    “Tubs and tortoiseshells!” exclaimed Trumpkin. “If we’ve got lost coming, what chance have we of finding our way back? And if we’re to go back to the Island and begin all over again—even supposing we could—we might as well give the whole thing up. Miraz will have finished with Caspian before we get there at that rate.”
    “You think we ought to go on?” said Lucy.
    “I’m not sure the High King is lost,” said Trumpkin. “What’s to hinder this river being the Rush?”
    “Because the Rush is not in a gorge,” said Peter, keeping his temper with some difficulty.
    “Your Majesty says is ,” replied the Dwarf, “but oughtn’t you to say was ? You knew this country hundreds—it may be a thousand—years ago.Mayn’t it have changed? A landslide might have pulled off half the side of that hill, leaving bare rock, and there are your precipices beyond the gorge. Then the Rush might go on deepening its course year after year till you get the little precipices this side. Or there might have been an earthquake, or anything.”
    “I never thought of that,” said Peter.
    “And anyway,” continued Trumpkin, “even if this is not the Rush, it’s flowing roughly north and so it must fall into the Great River anyway. I think I passed something that