“I’m afraid the DLF‘s right，” said Edmund， who had quite honestly forgotten this ever since things began going wrong. “And for another，” continued Trumpkin， “if we’d gone my way， we‘d have walked straight into that new outpost， most likely； or at least had just the same trouble avoiding it. Ithink this Glasswater route has turned out for the best.” “A blessing in disguise，” said Susan.
“Some disguise！” said Edmund.
“I suppose we’ll have to go right up the gorge again now，” said Lucy.
“Lu， you‘re a hero，” said Peter. “That’s the nearest you‘ve got today to saying I told you so. Let’s get on.”
“And as soon as we‘re well up into the forest，” said Trumpkin， “whatever anyone says， I’m going to light a fire and cook supper. But we must get well away from here.”
There is no need to describe how they toiled back up the gorge. It was pretty hard work， but oddly enough everyone felt more cheerful. They were getting their second wind； and the word supper had had a wonderful effect.
