The Badger only grunted at this， and after that there was such a silence that Caspian had nearly dropped off to sleep when he thought he heard a faint musical sound from the depth of the woods at his back. Then he thought it was only a dream and turned over again； but as soon as his ear touched the ground he felt or heard （it was hard to tell which） a faint beating or drumming. He raised his head. The beating noise at once became fainter， but the music returned， clearer this time. It was like flutes. He saw that Trufflehunter was sitting up staring into the wood. The moon was bright； Caspian had been asleep longer than he thought. Nearer and nearer came the music， a tune wild and yet dreamy， and the noise of many light feet， till at last， out from the wood into the moonlight， came dancing shapes such as Caspian had been thinking of all his life. They were not much taller than dwarfs， but far slighter and more graceful. Their curly heads had little horns， the upper part of their bodies gleamed naked in the pale light， but their legs and feet were those of goats.
