The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Battle if need be," said Trumpkin. "But we are hardly ready for it yet, and this is no very
defensible place."
"I don't like the idea of running away," said Caspian.
"Hear him! Hear him!" said the Bulgy Bears. "Whatever we do, don't let's have any
running. Especially not before supper; and not too soon after it neither."
"Those who run first do not always run last," said the Centaur. "And why should we let
the enemy choose our position instead of choosing it ourselves? Let us find a strong
place."
"That's wise, your Majesty, that's wise," said Trufflehunter.
"But where are we to go?" asked several voices.
"Your Majesty," said Doctor Cornelius, "and all you variety of creatures, I think we must
fly east and down the river to the great woods. The Telmarines hate that region. They
have always been afraid of the sea and of something that may come over the sea. That is
why they have let the great woods grow up. If traditions speak true, the ancient Cair
Paravel was at the river-mouth. All that part is friendly to us and hateful to our enemies.
We must go to Aslan's How."
"Aslan's How?" said several voices. "We do not know what it is."
"It lies within the skirts of the Great Woods and it is a huge mound which Narnians raised
in very ancient times over a very magical place, where there stood - and perhaps still
stands - a very magical Stone. The Mound is all hollowed out within into galleries and
caves, and the Stone is in the central cave of all. There is room in the mound for all our
stores, and those of us who have most need of cover and are most accustomed to
underground life can be lodged in the caves. The rest of us can lie in the wood. At a pinch
all of us (except this worthy Giant) could retreat into the Mound itself, and there we
should be beyond the reach of every danger except famine."
"It is a good thing we have a learned man among us," said Trufflehunter; but Trumpkin
muttered under his breath, "Soup and celery! I wish our leaders would think less about
these old wives' tales and more about victuals and arms." But all approved of Cornelius's
proposal and that very night, half an hour later, they were on the march. Before sunrise
they arrived at Aslan's How.
It was certainly an awesome place, a round green hill on top of another hill, long since
grown over with trees, and one little, low doorway leading into it. The tunnels inside
were a perfect maze till you got to know them, and they were lined and roofed with
smooth stones, and on the stones, peering in the twilight, Caspian saw strange characters
and snaky patterns, and pictures in which the form of a Lion was repeated again and