They found a place where they could scramble up， and about ten minutes stood panting at the top. They cast longing look back at the valley.land of Narnia and then urned their faces to the North. The vast， lonely moor retched on and up as far as they could see. On their left as rockier ground. Jill thought that must be the edge of he giants‘ gorge and did not much care about looking in hat direction. They set out.
It was good， springy ground for walking， and a day of ale winter sunlight. As they got deeper into the moor， the neliness increased： one could hear peewits and see an ccasional hawk. When they halted in the middle of the orning for a rest and a drink in a little hollow by a stream， ll was beginning to feel that she might enjoy adventures fter all， and said so.
“We haven’t had any yet，” said the Marsh.wiggle.
Walks after the first halt.like school mornings afterbreak or railway journeys after changing trains.never go on as they were before. When they set out again， Jill noticed that the rocky edge of the gorge had drawn nearer. And the rocks were less flat， more upright， than they had been. In fact they were like little towers of rock. And what funny shapes they were！
