“At Cair Paravel，” said Corin. “She‘s not like Lucy， you know， who’s as good as a man， or at any rate as good as a boy. Queen Susan is more like an ordinary grown.up lady. She doesn‘t ride to the wars， though she is an excellent archer.”
The hillside path which they were following became narrower all the time and the drop on their right hand became steeper. At last they were going in single file along the edge of a precipice and Shasta shuddered to think that he had done the same last night without knowing it. “But of course，” he thought， “I was quite safe. That is why the Lion kept on my left. He was between me and the edge all the time.”
Then the path went left and south away from the cliff and there were thick woods on both sides of it and they went steeply up and up into the pass. There would have been a splendid view from the top if it were open ground butamong all those trees you could see nothing.only， every now and then， some huge pinnacle of rock above the tree. tops， and an eagle or two wheeling high up in the blue air.
“They smell battle，” said Corin， pointing at the birds. “They know we’re preparing a feed for them.”
Shasta didn‘t like this at all.
