The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"If you please, sir," said Queen Helen (for that is what Nellie the cabman's wife now
was), "I think the little girl would love to go too, if it weren't no trouble."
"What does Fledge say about that?" asked the Lion.
"Oh, I don't mind two, not when they're little ones," said Fledge. "But I hope the Elephant
doesn't want to come as well."
The Elephant had no such wish, and the new King of Narnia helped both the children up:
that is, he gave Digory a rough heave and set Polly as gently and daintily on the horse's
back as if she were made of china and might break. "There they are, Strawberry - Fledge,
I should say. This is a rum go."
"Do not fly too high," said Aslan. "Do not try to go over the tops of the great icemountains.
Look out for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will
always be a way through. And now, begone with my blessing."
"Oh Fledge!" said Digory, leaning forward to pat the Horse's glossy neck. "This is fun.
Hold on to me tight, Polly."
Next moment the country dropped away beneath them, and whirled round as Fledge, like
a huge pigeon, circled once or twice before setting off on his long westward flight.
Looking down, Polly could hardly see the King and the Queen, and even Aslan himself
was only a bright yellow spot on the green grass. Soon the wind was in their faces and
Fledges wings settled down to a steady beat.
All Narnia, many-coloured with lawns and rocks and heather and different sorts of trees,
lay spread out below them, the river winding through it like a ribbon of quicksilver. They
could already see over the tops of the low hills which lay northward on their right;
beyond those hills a great moorland sloped gently up and up to the horizon. On their left
the mountains were much higher, but every now and then there was a gap when you
could see, between steep pine woods, a glimpse of the southern lands that lay beyond
them, looking blue and far away.
"That'll be where Archenland is," said Polly.
"Yes, but look ahead!" said Digory.
For now a great barrier of cliffs rose before them and they were almost dazzled by the
sunlight dancing on the great waterfall by which the river roars and sparkles down into
Narnia itself from the high western lands in which it rises. They were flying so high
already that the thunder of those falls could only just be heard as a small, thin sound, but
they were not yet high enough to fly over the top of the cliffs.
"We'll have to do a bit of zig-zagging here," said Fledge. "Hold on tight."