All round them the wood was very quiet. Indeed it was r too quiet. On an ordinary Narnia night there ought to ave been noises.an occasional cheery “Goodnight” from Hedgehog， the cry of an owl overhead， perhaps a flute in he distance to tell of Fauns dancing， or some throbbing， ammering noises from Dwarfs underground. All that was lenced： gloom and fear reigned over Narnia.
After a time they began to go steeply uphill and the ees grew further apart. Tirian could dimly make out the ellknown hill.top and the stable. Jill was now going with ore and more caution： she kept on making signs to the thers with her hand to do the same. Then she stopped ead still and Tirian saw her gradually sink down into the rass and disappear without a sound. A moment later she ose again， put her mouth close to Tirian‘s ear， and said in he lowest possible whisper， “Get down. Thee better.” She aid thee for see not because she had a lisp but because she new the hissing letter S is the part of a whisper most likely o be overheard.
