“Look！” he said in great excitement. “Look！ What’s that shadow crawling down in front of us？”
“It‘s his shadow，” said Lucy.
“I do believe you’re right， Lu，” said Edmund. “I can‘tthink how I didn’t see it before. But where is he？” “With his shadow， of course. Can‘t you see him？”
“Well， I almost thought I did.for a moment. It’s such a rum light.”
“Get on， King Edmund， get on，” came Trumpkin‘s voice from behind and above： and then， farther behind and still nearly at the top， Peter’s voice saying， “Oh， buck up， Susan. Give me your hand. Why， a baby could get down here. And do stop grousing.”
In a few minutes they were at the bottom and the roaring of water filled their ears. Treading delicately， like a cat， Aslan stepped from stone to stone across the stream. In the middle he stopped， bent down to drink， and as he raised his shaggy head， dripping from the water， he turned to face them again. This time Edmund saw him. “Oh， Aslan！” he cried， darting forward. But the Lion whisked round and began padding up the slope on the far side of the Rush.
“Peter， Peter，” cried Edmund. “Did you see？”
