It was heartbreaking work.all uphill again， back over the ground they had already travelled. When they felt that theyreally couldn’t run any more， even to save their lives， they all dropped down in the damp moss beside a waterfall and behind a big boulder， panting. They were surprised to see how high they had already got.
They listened intently and heard no sound of pursuit.
“So that‘s all right，” said Trumpkin， drawing a deep breath. “They’re not searching the wood. Only sentries， I expect. But it means that Miraz has an outpost down there. Bottles and battledores， though， it was a near thing.”
“I ought to have my head smacked for bringing us this way at all，” said Peter.
“On the contrary， your Majesty，” said the Dwarf. “For one thing it wasn‘t you， it was your royal brother， King Edmund， who first suggested going by Glasswater.”