“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 might have been it， on my way down. So if we go downstream， to our right， we‘ll hit the Great River. Perhaps not so high as we’d hoped， but at least we‘ll be no worse off than if you’d come my way.”
“Trumpkin， you‘re a brick，” said Peter. “Come on， then. Down this side of the gorge.”
“Look！ Look！ Look！” cried Lucy. “Where？ What？” said everyone.
“The Lion，” said Lucy. “Aslan himself. Didn’t you see？” Her face had changed completely and her eyes shone.
“Do you really mean.？” began Peter.
“Where did you think you saw him？” asked Susan.
“Don‘t talk like a grown.up，” said Lucy， stamping her foot. “I didn’t think I saw him. I saw him.”
“Where， Lu？” asked Peter.
“Right up there between those mountain ashes. No， this side of the gorge. And up， not down. Just the opposite of the way you want to go. And he wanted us to go where he was.up there.”
“How do you know that was what he wanted？” askedEdmund.
“He.I.I just know，” said Lucy， “by his face.”
The others all looked at each other in puzzled silence.
