ueeninNarniashehadgoobedmuchlaterthanasachildinEngland.Aheywere-atleast,threeofthesummerstellationscouldbeseenfromwhereshelay:theShip,theHammer,andtheLeopard."DearoldLeopard,"shemurmuredhappilytoherself.

    Insteadofgettingdrowsiershewasgettingmoreawake-withanodd,night-time,dreamishkindofwakefulheCreekwasgrowingbrighter.Sheknewnowthatthenmoonwasonit,thoughshecouldhemoon.Andnowshebegahatthewholeforestwasingawakelikeherself.Hardlyknowingwhyshedidit,shegotupquicklyandwalkedalittledistanceawayfromtheirbivouac.

    "Thisislovely,"saidLucytoherself.Itwascoolandfresh,deliellswerefloatingeverywhere.

    Somewhereclosebysheheardthetwitterofanightingalebeginningtosing,thenstopping,thenbeginningagain.Itwasalittlelighterahead.Shewenttowardsthelightandcametoaplacewheretherewerefewertrees,andwholepatchesorpoolsofmoonlight,butthemoonlightandtheshadowssomixedthatyoucouldhardlybesurewhereanythingwasorwhatitwas.Atthesamemomentthenightiisfiedatlastwithhistuningup,burstintofullsong.

    Lucyseyesbegantogrowacedtothelight,ahetreesthatwerehermoredistinctly.Agreatlongingfortheolddayswhereescouldtalkin

    Narniacameoverher.Sheklyhoweachofthesetreeswouldtalkifonlyshecouldwakethem,andwhatsortofhumanformitwouldputon.Shelookedatasilverbirch:itwouldhaveasoft,showeryvoidwouldlooklikeaslendergirl,withhairblownallaboutherfadfondofdang.Shelookedattheoak:hewouldbeawizened,butheartyoldmanwithafrizzledbeardandwartsonhisfadhands,andhairgrowingoutofthewarts.Shelookedatthebeede