In the wood behind them a bird gave a chuckling sound. It had been so still for hours and hours that it startled them. Then another bird answered it. Soon there were birds singing all over the place.
It was quite definitely early morning now， not late night.
“I‘m so cold，” said Lucy.
“So am I，” said Susan. “Let’s walk about a bit.”
They walked to the eastern edge of the hill and looked down. The one big star had almost disappeared. The country all looked dark grey， but beyond， at the very end of the world， the sea showed pale. The sky began to turn red. They walked to ands fro more times than they could count between the dead Aslan and the eastern ridge， trying to keep warm； and oh， how tired their legs felt. Then at last， as they stood for a moment looking out towards they sea and Cair Paravel （which they could now just make out） the red turned to gold along the line where the sea and the sky met and very slowly up came the edge of the sun. At that moment they heard from behind them a loud noise.a great cracking， deafening noise as if a giant had broken a giant‘s plate.
“What’s that？” said Lucy， clutching Susan‘s arm.
“I.I feel afraid to turn round，” said Susan； “something awful is happening.”
