“He’s beating his paw on the ground for us to hurry,” said Lucy. “We must go now. At least I must.”
“You’ve no right to try to force the rest of us like that It’s four to one and you’re the youngest,” said Susan.
“Oh, come on,” growled Edmund. “We’ve got to go…
“On the march, then,” said Peter…
Susan was the worst “Supposing I started behaving like Lucy,” she said. “I might threaten to stay here whether the rest of you went on or not I jolly well think I shall.”
“Obey the High King, your Majesty,” said Trumpkin, “and let’s be off…
And so at last they got on the move. Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan. He turned and walked at a slow pace about thirty yards ahead of them. The others had only Lucy’s directions to guide them, for AsIan was not only invisible to them but silent as well. His big cat-like paws made no noise on the grass.
He led them to the right of the dancing trees—whether they were still dancing nobody knew, for Lucy had her eyes on the Lion and the rest had their eyes on Lucy—and nearer the edge of the gorge.
C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian: The Return to Narnia The Chronicles of Narnia (1951, this edition Harper Collins, 1994) 148-149.
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