The river gorge had just made a bend and the whole view spread out beneath them. They could see open country stretching before them to the horizon and， between it andthem， the broad silver ribbon of the Great River. They could see the specially broad and shallow place which had once been the Fords of Beruna but was now spanned by a long， many.arched bridge. There was a little town at the far end of it.
“By Jove，” said Edmund. “We fought the Battle of Berunajust where that town is！”
This cheered the boys more than anything. You can’t help feeling stronger when you look at a place where you won a glorious victory not to mention a kingdom， hundreds of years ago. Peter and Edmund were soon so busy talking about the battle that they forgot their sore feet and the heavy drag of their mail shirts on their shoulders. The Dwarf was interested too.
They were all getting on at a quicker pace now. The going became easier. Though there were still sheer cliffs on their left， the ground was becoming lower on their right. Soon it was no longer a gorge at all， only a valley. There were no more waterfalls and presently they were in fairly thick woods again.
