The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

ecame fainter, but the music returned, clearer this time. It was like flutes. He saw that
Trufflehunter was sitting up staring into the wood. The moon was bright; Caspian had
been asleep longer than he thought. Nearer and nearer came the music, a tune wild and
yet dreamy, and the noise of many light feet, till at last, out from the wood into the
moonlight, came dancing shapes such as Caspian had been thinking of all his life. They
were not much taller than dwarfs, but far slighter and more graceful. Their curly heads
had little horns, the upper part of their bodies gleamed naked in the pale light, but their
legs and feet were those of goats.
"Fauns!" cried Caspian, jumping up, and in a moment they were all round him. It took
next to no time to explain the whole situation to them and they accepted Caspian at once.
Before he knew what he was doing he found himself joining in the dance. Trumpkin,
with heavier and jerkier movements, did likewise and even Trufflehunter hopped and
lumbered about as best he could. Only Nikabrik stayed where he was, looking on in
silence. The Fauns footed it all round Caspian to their reedy pipes. Their strange faces,
which seemed mournful and merry all at once, looked into his; dozens of Fauns, Mentius
and Obentinus and Dumnus, Voluns, Voltinus, Girbius, Nimienus, Nausus, and Oscuns.
Pattertwig had sent them all.
When Caspian awoke next morning he could hardly believe that it had not all been a
dream; but the grass was covered with little cloven hoof-marks.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OLD NARNIA IN DANGER
THE place where they had met the Fauns was, of course, Dancing Lawn itself, and here
Caspian and his friends remained till the night of the great Council. To sleep under the
stars, to drink nothing but well water and to live chiefly on nuts and wild fruit, was a
strange experience for Caspian after his bed with silken sheets in a tapestried chamber at
the castle, with meals laid out on gold and silver dishes in the anteroom, and attendants
ready at his call. But he had never enjoyed himself more. Never had sleep been more
refreshing nor food tasted more savoury, and he began already to harden and his face
wore a kinglier look.
When the great night came, and his various strange subjects came stealing into the lawn
by ones and twos and threes or by sixes and sevens - the moon then shining almost at her
full - his heart swelled as he saw their numbers and heard their greetings. All whom he
had met were there: Bulgy Bears and Red Dwarfs and Black Dwarfs, Moles and Badgers,
Hares and Hedgehogs, and others whom he had not yet seen - five Satyrs as red as foxes,
the whole contingent of Talking Mice, armed to the teeth and following a shrill trumpet,
some Owls, the Old Raven of Ravenscaur. Last of all (and this took Caspian's breath
away), with the Centaurs came a small but genuine Giant, Wimbleweather of Deadman's