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But soon neither their cries nor the sound of weapons could be heard any more，for both were drowned in the ocean-like roar of the Awakened Trees as they plunged through the ranks of Peter’s army，and then on，in pursuit of the Telmarines．Have you ever stood at the edge of a great wood on a high ridge when a wild south-wester broke over it in full fury on an autumn evening？ Imagine that sound．And then imagine that the wood，instead of being fixed to one place，was rushing at you; and was no longer trees but huge people; yet still like trees because their long arms waved like branches and their heads tossed and leaves fell round them in showers．It was like that for the Telmarines．It was a little alarming even for the Narnians．In a few minutes all Miraz’s followers were running down to the Great River in the hope of crossing the bridge to the town of Beruna and there defending themselves behind ramparts and closed gates．
They reached the river，but there was no bridge．It had disappeared since yesterday．Then utter panic and horror fell upon them and they all surrendered．
But what had happened to the bridge？
Early that morning，after a few hours’ sleep，the girls had waked，to see Aslan standing over them and to hear his voice saying，“We will make holiday．”They rubbed their eyes and looked round them．The trees had all gone but could still be seen moving away toward Aslan’s How in a dark mass．Bacchus and the Maenads—his fierce，madcap girls—and Silenus were still with them．Lucy，fully rested，jumped up．Everyone was awake，everyone was laughing，flutes were playing，cymbals clashing．Animals，not Talking Animals，were crowding in upon them from every direction．
“What is it，Aslan？”said Lucy，her eyes dancing and her feet wanting to dance．
“Come，children，”said he．“Ride on my back again today．”
“Oh，lovely！”cried Lucy，and both girls climbed on to the warm golden back as they had done no one knew how many years before．Then the whole party moved off—Aslan leading，Bacchus and his Maenads leaping，rushing，and turning somersaults，the beasts frisking round them，and Silenus and his donkey bringing up the rear．
They turned a little to the right，raced down a steep hill，and found the long Bridge of Beruna in front of them．Before they had begun to cross it，however，up out of the water came a great wet，bearded head，larger than a man’s，crowned with rushes．It looked at Aslan and out of its mouth a deep voice came．
“Hail，Lord，”it said．“Loose my chains．”
“Who on earth is that？”whispered Susan．
