Through a gap in the bracken and branches she could just see a patch of water in the Creek and the sky above it. Then， with a thrill of memory， she saw again， after all those years， the bright Narnian stars. She had once known them better than the stars of our own world， because as a Queen in Narnia she had gone to bed much later than as a child in England. And there they were.at least， three of the summer constellations could be seen from where she lay： the Ship， the Hammer， and the Leopard. “Dear old Leopard，” she murmured happily to herself.
Instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake. with an odd， night.time， dreamish kind of wakefulness. The Creek was growing brighter. She knew now that then moon was on it， though she couldn’t see the moon. And now she began to feel that the whole forest was coming awake like herself. Hardly knowing why she did it， she got up quickly and walked a little distance away from their bivouac.
