“Why， you silly，” said Peter （who had become strangely excited）， “don’t you see？ That was the dais where the High Table was， where the King and the great lords sat. Anyone would think you had forgotten that we ourselves were once Kings and Queens and sat on a dais just like that， in our great hall.”
“In our castle of Cair Paravel，” continued Susan in a dreamy and rather sing.song voice， “at the mouth of the great river of Narnia. How could I forget？”
“How it all comes back！” said Lucy. “We could pretend we were in Cair Paravel now. This hall must have been very like the great hall we feasted in.”
“But unfortunately without the feast，” said Edmund. “It‘s getting late， you know. Look how long the shadows are. And have you noticed that it isn’t so hot？”
“We shall need a camp.fire if we‘ve got to spend the night here，” said Peter. “I’ve got matches. Let‘s go and see if we can collect some dry wood.”