The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Out they went into the cold night. All the great Northern stars were burning above the
tree-tops. The North-Star of that world is called the Spear-Head: it is brighter than our
Pole Star.
For a time they could go straight towards the Spear-Head but presently they came to a
dense thicket so that they had to go out of their course to get round it. And after that -for
they were still overshadowed by branches - it was hard to pick up their bearings. It was
Jill who set them right again: she had been an excellent Guide in England. And of course
she knew her Narnian stars perfectly, having travelled so much in the wild Northern
Lands, and could work out the direction from other stars even when the Spear-Head was
hidden. As soon as Tirian saw that she was the best pathfinder of the three of them he put
her in front. And then he was astonished to find how silently and almost invisibly she
glided on before them.
"By the Mane!" he whispered to Eustace. "This girl is a wondrous wood-maid. If she had
Dryad's blood in her she could scarce do it better."
"She's so small, that's what helps," whispered Eustace. But Jill from in front said: "S-s-sh,
less noise."
All round them the wood was very quiet. Indeed it was far too quiet. On an ordinary
Narnia night there ought to have been noises - an occasional cheery "Goodnight" from a
Hedgehog, the cry of an Owl overhead, perhaps a flute in the distance to tell of Fauns
dancing, or some throbbing, hammering noises from Dwarfs underground. All that was
silenced: gloom and fear reigned over Narnia.
After a time they began to go steeply uphill and the trees grew further apart. Tirian could
dimly make out the wellknown hill-top and the stable. Jill was now going with more and
more caution: she kept on making signs to the others with her hand to do the same. Then
she stopped dead still and Tirian saw her gradually sink down into the grass and
disappear without a sound. A moment later she rose again, put her mouth close to Tirian's
ear, and said in the lowest possible whisper, "Get down. Thee better." She said thee for
see not because she had a lisp but because she knew the hissing letter S is the part of a
whisper most likely to be overheard. Tirian at once lay down, almost as silently as Jill,
but not quite, for he was heavier and older. And once they were down, he saw how from
that position you could see the edge of the hill sharp against the star-strewn sky. Two
black shapes rose against it: one was the stable, and the other, a few feet in front of it,
was a Calormene sentry. He was keeping very ill watch: not walking or even standing but
sitting with his spear over his shoulder and his chin on his chest. "Well done," said Tirian
to Jill. She had shown him exactly what he needed to know.
They got up and Tirian now took the lead. Very slowly, hardly daring to breathe, they
made their way up to a little clump of trees which was not more than forty feet away from
the sentinel.