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ished to find how silently and almost invisibly she glided on before them．
“By the Mane!”he whispered to Eustace.“This girl is a wondrous wood-maid. If she had Dryad’s blood in her she could scarce do it better.”
“She’s so small，that’s what helps，”whispered Eustace. But Jill from in front said：“S-s-s-h，less noise.”
All round them the wood was very quiet. Indeed it was far too quiet. On an ordinary Narnia night there ought to have been noises-an occasional cheery“Goodnight”from a Hedgehog，the cry of an Owl overhead，perhaps a flute in the distance to tell of Fauns dancing，or some throbbing，hammering noises from Dwarfs underground. All that was silenced：gloom and fear reigned over Narnia．
After a time they began to go steeply uphill and the trees grew further apart. Tirian could dimly make out the wellknown hill-top and the stable. Jill was now going with more and more caution： she kept on making signs to the others with her hand to do the same. Then she stoppe
