There was no trace of the fog now. The sky became bluer and bluer， and now there were white clouds hurrying across it from time to time. In the wide glades there were primroses. A light breeze sprang up which scattered drops of moisture from the swaying branches and carried cool， delicious scents against the faces of the travellers. The trees began to come fully alive. The larches and birches werecovered with green， the laburnums with gold. Soon the beech trees had put forth their delicate， transparent leaves. As the travellers walked under them the light also became green. A bee buzzed across their path.
“This is no thaw，” said the dwarf， suddenly stopping. “This is Spring. What are we to do？ Your winter has been destroyed， I tell you！ This is Aslan‘s doing.”
“If either of you mention that name again，” said the Witch， “he shall instantly be killed.”
Peter s First Battle