“It‘s about two days’ journey， the way you came，” said Peter. “For us， I mean. We can‘t walk all day and night like you Dwarfs.” Then he turned to the others. “What Trumpkin calls Aslan’s How is obviously the Stone Table itself. You remember it was about half a day‘s march， or a little less， from there down to the Fords of Beruna.”
“Beruna’s Bridge， we call it，” said Trumpkin.
“There was no bridge in our time，” said Peter. “And then from Beruna down to here was another day and a bit. We used to get home about teatime on the second day， going easily. Going hard， we could do the whole thing in a day and a half perhaps.”
“But remember it‘s all woods now，” said Trumpkin， “and there are enemies to dodge.”
“Look here，” said Edmund， “need we go by the same waythat Our Dear Little Friend came？”
“No more of that， your Majesty， if you love me，” said the Dwarf.
“Very well，” said Edmund. “May I say our DLF？”
“Oh， Edmund，” said Susan. “Don’t keep on at him likethat.”
