It was even better than yesterday， partly because everyone was feeling so fresh， and partly because the newly risen sunwas at their backs and， of course， everything looks nicer when the light is behind you. It was a wonderful ride. The big snowy mountains rose above them in every direction. The valleys， far beneath them， were so green， and all the streams which tumbled down from the glaciers into the main river were so blue， that it was like flying over gigantic pieces of jewellery. They would have liked this part of the adventure to go on longer than it did. But quite soon they were all sniffing the air and saying “What is it？” and “Did you smell something？” and “Where‘s it coming from？” For a heavenly smell， warm and golden， as if from all the most delicious fruits and flowers of the world， was coming up to them from somewhere ahead.
“It’s coming from that valley with the lake in it，” said Fledge. “So it is，” said Digory. “And look！ There‘s a green hill atthe far end of the lake. And look how blue the water is.” “It must be the Place，” said all three.