The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

wasn't easy to see what story he - or Ginger could make up to explain that. If the Beasts
asked night after night to see Aslan, and no Aslan was brought out, surely even the
simplest of them would get suspicious.
In the end they all agreed that the best thing was to go off and try to meet Roonwit.
As soon as they had decided this, it was wonderful how much more cheerful everyone
became. I don't honestly think that this was because any of them was afraid of a fight
(except perhaps Jill and Eustace). But I daresay that each of them, deep down inside, was
very glad not to go any nearer - or not yet - to that horrible bird-headed thing which,
visible or invisible, was now probably haunting Stable Hill. Anyway, one always feels
better when one has made up one's mind.
Tirian said they had better remove their disguises, as they didn't want to be mistaken for
Calormenes and perhaps attacked by any loyal Narnians they might meet. The Dwarf
made up a horrid-looking mess of ashes from the hearth and grease out of the jar of
grease which was kept for rubbing on swords and spear-heads. Then they took off their
Calormene armour and went down to the stream. The nasty mixture made a lather just
like soft soap: it was a pleasant, homely sight to see Tirian and the two children kneeling
beside the water and scrubbing the backs of their necks or puffing and blowing as they
splashed the lather off. Then they went back to the Tower with red, shiny faces, like
people who have been given an extra good wash before a party. They re-armed
themselves in true Narnian style, with straight swords and three-cornered shields. "Body
of me," said Tirian. "That is better. I feel a true man again."
Puzzle begged very hard to have the lion-skin taken off him. He said it was too hot and
the way it was rucked up on his back was uncomfortable: also, it made him look so silly.
But they told him he would have to wear it a bit longer, for they still wanted to show him
in that get-up to the other Beasts, even though they were now going to meet Roonwit
first.
What was left of the pigeon-meat and rabbit-meat was not worth bringing away but they
took some biscuits. Then Tirian locked the door of the Tower and that was the end of
their stay there.
It was a little after two in the afternoon when they set out, and it was the first really warm
day of that spring. The young leaves seemed to be much further out than yesterday: the
snow-drops were over, but they saw several primroses. The sunlight slanted through the
trees, birds sang, and always (though usually out of sight) there was the noise of running
water. It was hard to think of horrible things like Tash. The children felt, "This is really
Narnia at last." Even Tirian's heart grew lighter as he walked ahead of them, humming an
old Narnian marching song which had the refrain:
Ho, rumble, rumble, rumble, Rumble drum belaboured.