The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

The crowd and the dance round Aslan (for it had become a dance once more) grew so
thick and rapid that Lucy was confused. She never saw where certain other people came
from who were soon capering about among the trees. One was a youth, dressed only in a
fawn-skin, with vine-leaves wreathed in his curly hair. His face would have been almost
too pretty for a boy's, if it had not looked, so extremely wild. You felt, as Edmund said
when he saw him a few days later, "There's a chap who might do anything absolutely
anything." He seemed to have a great many names - Bromios, Bassareus, and the Ram
were three of them. There were a lot of girls with him, as wild as he. There was even,
unexpectedly, someone on a donkey. And everybody was laughing: and everybody was
shouting out, "Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi."
"Is it a Romp, Aslan?" cried the youth. And apparently it was. But nearly everyone
seemed to have a different idea as to what they were playing. It may have been Tig, but
Lucy never discovered who was It. It was rather like Blind Man's Buff, only everyone
behaved as if they were blindfolded. It was not unlike Hunt the Slipper, but the slipper
was never found. What made it more complicated was that the man on the donkey, who
was old and enormously fat, began calling out at once, "Refreshments! Time for
refreshments," and falling off his donkey and being bundled on to it again by the others,
while the donkey was under the impression that the whole thing was a circus and tried to
give a display of walking on its hind legs. And all the time there were more and more
vine leaves everywhere. And soon not only leaves but vines. They were climbing up
everything. They were running up the legs of the tree people and circling round their
necks. Lucy put up her hands to push back her hair and found she was pushing back vine
branches. The donkey was a mass of them. His tail was completely entangled and
something dark was nodding between his ears. Lucy looked again and saw it was a bunch
of grapes. After that it was mostly grapes overhead and underfoot and all around.
"Refreshments! Refreshments," roared the old man.
Everyone began eating, and whatever hothouses your people may have, you have never
tasted such grapes. Really good grapes, firm and tight on the outside, but bursting into
cool sweetness when you put them into your mouth, were one of the things the girls had
never had quite enough of before. Here, there were more than anyone could possibly
want, and rib table-manners at all. One saw sticky and stained fingers everywhere, and,
though mouths were full, the laughter never ceased nor the yodelling cries of Euan, euan,
eu-oi-oi-oi-oi, till all of a sudden everyone felt at the same moment that the game
(whatever it was), and the feast, ought to be over, and everyone flopped down breathless
on the ground and turned their faces to Aslan to hear what he would say next.
At that moment the sun was just rising and Lucy remembered something and whispered
to Susan,
"I say, Su, I know who they are."
"Who?"