“You‘re the High King，” said Trumpkin sternly.
“Down，” said Peter after a long pause. “I know Lucy may be right after all， but I can’t help it. We must do one or the other.”
So they set off to their right along the edge， downstream.
And Lucy came last of the party， crying bitterly.
The Return Of The Lion
To keep along the edge of the gorge was not so easy as it had looked. Before they had gone many yards they were confronted with young fir woods growing on the very edge， and after they had tried to go through these， stooping and pushing for about ten minutes， they realized that， in there， it would take them an hour to do half a mile. So they came back and out again and decided to go round the fir wood. This took them much farther to their right than they wanted to go， far out of sight of the cliffs and out of sound of the river， till they began to be afraid they had lost it altogether. Nobody knew the time， but it was getting to the hottest part of the day.