I hope no one who reads this has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night； but if you have been.if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you.you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again. At any rate that was how it felt to these two. Hours and hours seemed to go by in this dead calm， and they hardly noticed that they were getting colder and colder. But at last Lucy noticed two other things. One was that the sky on the east side of the hill was a little less dark than it had been an hour ago. The other was some tiny movement going on in the grass at her feet. At first she took no interest in this. What did it matter？ Nothing mattered now！ But at last she saw that whatever.it.was had begun to move up the upright stones of the Stone Table. And now whatever.they.were were moving about on Aslan‘s body. She peered closer. They were little grey things.
“Ugh！” said Susan from the other side of the Table. “How beastly！ There are horrid little mice crawling over him. Go away， you little beasts.” And she raised her hand to frighten them away.
