Lucy was nearly blown when the tail and hind legs of Aslan disappeared over the top： but with one last effort she scrambled after him and came out， rather shaky.legged and breathless， on the hill they had been trying to reach ever since they left Glasswater. The long gentle slope （heather and grass and a few very big rocks that shone white in the moonlight） stretched up to where it vanished in a glimmer of trees about half a mile away. She knew it. It was the hill of the Stone Table.
With a jingling of mail the others climbed up behind her. Aslan glided on before them and they walked after him.
“Lucy，” said Susan in a very small voice. “Yes？” said Lucy.
“I see him now. I‘m sorry.” “That’s all right.”
“But I‘ve been far worse than you know. I really believed it was him.he， I mean.yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight， when you woke us up. I mean， deep down inside. Or I could have， if I’d let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and.and.oh， I don‘t know. And what ever am I to say to him？”
“Perhaps you won’t need to say much，” suggested Lucy.
