They stood up and shook themselves and looked about. The trees were thick and they could see no more than a few yards in any direction.
“I suppose your Majesties know the way all right？” said the Dwarf.
“I don‘t，” said Susan. “I’ve never seen these woods in mylife before. In fact I thought all along that we ought to have gone by the river.”
“Then I think you might have said so at the time，”
answered Peter， with pardonable sharpness.
“Oh， don‘t take any notice of her，” said Edmund. “She always is a wet blanket. You’ve got that pocket compass of yours， Peter， haven‘t you？ Well， then， we’re as right as rain. We‘ve only got to keep on going northwest.cross that little river， the what.do.you.call.it？ .the Rush.”
“I know，” said Peter. “The one that joins the big river at the Fords of Beruna， or Beruna’s Bridge， as the DLF calls it.”
“That‘s right. Cross it and strike uphill， and we’ll be at the Stone Table （Aslan‘s How， I mean） by eight or nine o’clock. I hope King Caspian will give us a good breakfast！”
“I hope you‘re right，” said Susan. “I can’t remember all that at all.”
“That‘s the worst of girls，” said Edmund to Peter and theDwarf. “They never carry a map in their heads.”
