The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Get on, King Edmund, get on," came Trumpkin's voice from behind and above: and
then, farther behind and still nearly at the top, Peter's voice saying, "Oh, buck up, Susan.
Give me your hand. Why, a baby could get down here. And do stop grousing."
In a few minutes they were at the bottom and the roaring of water filled their ears.
Treading delicately, like a cat, Aslan stepped from stone to stone across the stream. In the
middle he stopped, bent down to drink, and as he raised his shaggy head, dripping from
the water, he turned to face them again. This time Edmund saw him. "Oh, Aslan!" he
cried, darting forward. But the Lion whisked round and began padding up the slope on
the far side of the Rush.
"Peter, Peter," cried Edmund. "Did you see?"
"I saw something," said Peter. "But it's so tricky in this moonlight. On we go, though, and
three cheers for Lucy. I don't feel half so tired now, either."
Aslan without hesitation led them to their left, farther up the gorge. The whole journey
was odd and dream-like the roaring stream, the wet grey grass, the glimmering cliffs
which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing Beast ahead.
Everyone except Susan and the Dwarf could see him now.
Presently they came to another steep path, up the face of the farther precipices. These
were far higher than the ones they had just descended, and the journey up them was a
long and tedious zig-zag. Fortunately the Moon shone right above the gorge so that
neither side was in shadow.
Lucy was nearly blown when the tail and hind legs of Aslan disappeared over the top: but
with one last effort she scrambled after him and came out, rather shaky-legged and
breathless, on the hill they had been trying to reach ever since they left Glasswater. The
long gentle slope (heather and grass and a few very big rocks that shone white in the
moonlight) stretched up to where it vanished in a glimmer of trees about half a mile
away. She knew it. It was the hill of the Stone Table:
With a jingling of mail the others climbed up behind her. Aslan glided on before them
and they walked after him.
"Lucy," said Susan in a very small voice.
"Yes?" said Lucy.
"I see him now. I'm sorry."
"That's all right."
"But I've been far worse than you know. I really believed it was him - he, I mean -
yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it