“We'llhavetodoabitofzig-zagginghere，”saidFledge。“Holdontight。”
Hebeganflyingtettiea。Theairgrewdtheyheardthecallofeaglesfarbelowthem。
“Isay，lookback!Lookbehind，”saidPolly。
&heycouldseethewholevalleyofNartowhere，justbeforetheeasternhorizleamofthesea。Andnowtheyweresohighthattheycouldseetiny-lookiainsappearihemoors，andplainsofwhatlookedlikesandfarih。
“Iwishwehadsomeoelluswhatallthoseplacesare，”saidDigory。
“Idon'tsupposethey'rea，”saidPolly。“Imean，there'shere，andnothiheworldooday。”
“No，butpeoplewillgetthere，”saidDigory。“Ahey'llhavehistories，youknow。”
&'sajollygoodthingtheyhaven'tnoolly。“Beobodybemadetolearnit。Battlesanddatesandallthatrot。”
NowtheywereoverthetopofthediesthevalleylandofNarniahadsunkoutofsightbehiheywereflyingoverawildtryofsteephillsanddarkforests，stillfollowingthecourseoftheriver。Thereallybigmountainsloomedahead。Butthesunwasravellers'eyesandthey'tseethingsverythatdire。Forthesunsanklowerahewesternskywasalllikeofurnaeltedgold;abehindajaggedpeakwhichstoodupagainessassharpandflatasifitwerecutoutofcardboard。
“It'soohere，”saidPolly。
“Andmywioache，”saidFledge。There'snosignofthevalleywithaLakeiAslansaid。Whataboutingdownandlookingoutforadetspottospein?Weshan'treachthatplaight。”
“Yes，a'sabouttimeforsupper?”saidDigory。
SoFledgecameloweraheyheearthandamoheairgrewwarmeraravellingsomanyhourswithnothingtolistentobutthebeatofFledge'swings，itwashehomelyahyhechatteroftheriveronitsstohegoftreesiwind。Awarm，goodsmellofsuhandgrassandflotothem。AtlastFledgealighted。Digoryrolledoffaodismount。Bladtostretchtheirstifflegs。
Thevalleyinwhichtheyhadedownwasihemountains;ss，ohemlookihereflesofthesuoweredabovethem。
“Iamhungry，”saidDigory。
&u，”saidFledge，takingabigmouthfulofgrass。Thenheraisedhishead，stilldwithbitsofgrassstigoutoneaouthlikewhiskers，andsaid，“eon，youtwo。Don'tbeshy。There'splentyforusall。”
“Butwe'teatgrass，”saidDigory。
“H'm，h'm，”saidFledge，speakingwithhismouthfull。“Well—h'm—don'tkyou'lldothen。Verygoodgrasstoo。”
PollyandDigorystaredatoherindismay。
“Well，Idothihavearraourmeals，”saidDigory。
“I'msureAslanwouldhave，ifyou'daskedhim，”saidFledge。
“Wouldn'theknowwithoutbeingasked?”saidPolly。
“I'venodoubthewould，”saidtheHorse（stillwithhismouthfull）。“ButI'veasortofideahelikestobeasked。”
“Butwhatoharewetodo?”askedDigory。
“I'msureIdon'tknow，”saidFledge。“Urythegrass。Youmightlikeitbetterthanyouthink。”
“Oh，don'tbesilly，”saidPolly，stampi。“Ofans'teatgrass，ahanyoucouldeatamuttonchop。”
“Foodness'sakedon'ttalkaboutdthings，”saidDigory。“Itoworse。”
DigorysaidthatPollyhadbettertakeherselfhetsomethihere;heselfbecausehehadpromisedthtonhismessageforAslan，and，ifonceheshowedupagaihingmighthappehisgettingback。ButPollysaidshewouldn'tleavehim，andDigorysaiditwasjollydetofher。
“Isay，”saidPolly，“I'vestillgottheremainsofthatbagoftoffeei'llbebetterthannothing。”
“Alotbetter，”saidDigory，“Butbecarefultogetyourhandintoyourpocketwithouttougy。”
Thiswasadiffiddelicatejobbuttheymaheelepaperbagwasverysquashyandstitheyfinallygotitout，sothatitwasmoreaquestithebagoffthetoffeesthahetoffeesoutofthebag。Somegrown-ups（youknowhowfussytheybeaboutthatsortofthing）wouldratherhavegosupperaltogetherthaoffees。Therewerehemalltold。ItwasDigorywhohadthebrightideaofeatingfoureadplah;for，ashesaid，“ifthebaroffthelamp-postturoalittlelight-tree，whyshouldn'tthisturnintoatoffee-tree?”Sotheydibbledasmallholeiurfahepieceoftoffee。Theherpiegthemlastaslongastheycould。Itoormeal，evenaperthey'thelpeatingaswell。
Wheefinishedhisowsupperhelaydown。Thedsatoneonealeaningagainsthiswarmbody，andreadawiheywerereallyquitesnug。Asthebrightyoungstarsofthatnewworldcameouttheytalked:howDigoryhadhopedtogetsomethingforhisMotherandhow，ihat，hehadbeehismessage。Aoohesignsbywhichtheywouldkheywerelookingfor—thebluelakeahagardenontopofit。Thetalkwasjustbeginningtoslowdowsleepy，whensuddenlyPollysatupwideawakeandsaid“Hush!”
Everyoenedashardastheycould。
&wasonlythewirees，”saidDigorypresently。
“I'mnotsosure，”saidFledge。“Anyway—wait!Thereitgoesagain。ByAslan，itissomething。”
Thehorsescrambledtoitsfeetwithagreatnoiseaupheaval;thewerealreadyetrottedtoandfro，sniffingandwhinnying。Thetip-toedthiswayandthat，lookingbehindeverybushaheykeptonthihings，andtherewasoimewhenPollyerfectlyshehadseen-atall，darkfigureglidingquicklyawayierlydire。ButtheyothingandintheendFledgelaydownagainandthere-shatistherightws。Theyweoayedawakemuovioandfrointhedarknessaimesgivingalittleshiverwithhisskinasifaflyhadlightedonhim:butiooslept。