He led them to the right of the dancing trees.whether they were still dancing nobody knew， for Lucy had her eyes on the Lion and the rest had their eyes on Lucy.and nearer the edge of the gorge. “Cobbles and kettledrums！” thought Trumpkin. “I hope this madness isn‘t going to end in a moonlight climb and broken necks.”
For a long way Aslan went along the top of the precipices. Then they came to a place where some little trees grew right on the edge. He turned and disappeared among them. Lucy held her breath， for it looked as if he had plunged overthe cliff； but she was too busy keeping him in sight to stop and think about this. She quickened her pace and was soon among the trees herself. Looking down， she could see a steep and narrow path going slantwise down into the gorge between rocks， and Aslan descending it. He turned and looked at her with his happy eyes. Lucy clapped her hands and began to scramble down after him. From behind her she heard the voices of the others shouting， “Hi！ Lucy！ Look out， for goodness’ sake. You‘re right on the edge of the gorge. Come back.” and then， a moment later， Edmund’s voice saying， “No， she‘s right. There is a way down.”
Halfway down the path Edmund caught up with her.