It was pretty bad when he reached the far side. It was growing darker every minute and what with that and the snowflakes swirling all round him he could hardly see three feet ahead. And then too there was no road. He kept slipping into deep drifts of snow， and skidding on frozen puddles， and tripping over fallen tree.trunks， and sliding down steep banks， and barking his shins against rocks， till he was wet and cold and bruised all over. The silence and the loneliness were dreadful. In fact I really think he might have given up the whole plan and gone back and owned up and made friends with the others， if he hadn‘t happened to say to himself， “When I’m King of Narnia the first thing I shall do will be to make some decent roads.” And of course that set him off thinking about being a King and all the other things he would do and this cheered him up a good deal. He had just settled in his mind what sort of palace he would have and how many cars and all about his private cinema and where the principal railways would run and what laws he would make against beavers and dams and was putting the finishing touches to some schemes for keeping Peter in his place， when the weather changed. Firstthe snow stopped. Then a wind sprang up and it became freezing cold. Finally， the clouds rolled away and the moon came out. It was a full moon and， shining on all that snow， it made everything almost as bright as day.only the shadows were rather confusing.
