When Fledge had quite finished his own excellent supper he lay down. The children came and sat one on each side of him leaning against his warm body， and when he had spread a wing over each they were really quite snug. As the bright young stars of that new world came out they talked over everything： how Digory had hoped to get something for his Mother and how， instead of that， he had been sent on this message. And they repeated to one another all the signs by which they would know the places they were looking for.the blue lake and the hill with a garden on top of it. The talk was just beginning to slow down as they got sleepy， when suddenly Polly sat up wide awake and said， “Hush！”
Everyone listened as hard as they could.
“Perhaps it was only the wind in the trees，” said Digory presently.
“I’m not so sure，” said Fledge. “Anyway.wait！ There it goes again. By Aslan， it is something.”
