“On the march， then，” said Peter， wearily fitting his arm into his shield.strap and putting his helmet on. At any other time he would have said something nice to Lucy， who was his favourite sister， for he knew how wretched she must be feeling， and he knew that， whatever had happened， it was not her fault. But he couldn’t help being a little annoyed with her all the same.
Susan was the worst. “Supposing I started behaving like Lucy，” she said. “I might threaten to stay here whether the rest of you went on or not. I jolly well think I shall.”
“Obey the High King， your Majesty，” said Trumpkin， “and let‘s be off. If I’m not to be allowed to sleep， I‘d as soon march as stand here talking.”
And so at last they got on the move. Lucy went first， biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan. He turned and walked at a slow pace about thirty yards ahead of them. The others had only Lucy’s directions to guide them， for Aslan was not only invisible to them but silent as well. His big cat.like paws made no noise on the grass.