The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Then - all at once - whizz, and a sound rather like the stroke of a woodpecker. The
children were still wondering where (ages ago) they had heard a sound just like that and
why they disliked it so, when Trumpkin shouted, "Down', at the same moment forcing
Lucy (who happened to be next to him) flat down into the bracken. Peter, who had been
looking up to see if he could spot a squirrel, had seen what it was - a long cruel arrow had
sunk into a tree trunk just above his head. As he pulled Susan down and dropped himself,
another came rasping over his shoulder and struck the ground at his side.
"Quick! Quick! Get back! Crawl!" panted Trumpkin.
They turned and wriggled along uphill, under the bracken amid clouds of horribly
buzzing flies. Arrows whizzed round them. One struck Susan's helmet with a sharp ping
and glanced off. They crawled quicker. Sweat poured off them. Then they ran, stooping
nearly double. The boys held their swords in their hands for fear they would trip them up.
It was heart-breaking work - all uphill again, back over the ground they had already
travelled. When they felt that they really couldn't run any more, even to save their lives,
they all dropped down in the damp moss beside a waterfall and behind a big boulder,
panting. They were surprised to see how high they had already got.
They listened intently and heard no sound of pursuit.
"So that's all right," said Trumpkin, drawing a deep breath. "They're not searching the
wood. Only sentries, I expect. But it means that Miraz has an outpost down there. Bottles
and battledores! though, it was a near thing."
"I ought to have my head smacked for bringing us this way at all," said Peter.
"On the contrary, your Majesty," said the Dwarf. "For one thing it wasn't you, it was your
royal brother, King Edmund, who first suggested going by Glasswater."
"I'm afraid the D.L.F.'s right," said Edmund, who had quite honestly forgotten this ever
since things began going wrong.
"And for another," continued Trumpkin, "if we'd gone my way, we'd have walked
straight into that new outpost, most likely; or at least had just the same trouble avoiding
it. I think this Glasswater route has turned out for the best."
"A blessing in disguise," said Susan.
"Some disguise!" said Edmund.
"I suppose we'll have to go right up the gorge again now," said Lucy.
"Lu, you're a hero," said Peter. "That's the nearest you've got today to saying I told you
so. Let's get on."