Early that morning， after a few hours‘ sleep， the girls had woken， 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 butcould still be seen moving away towards 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 herfeet 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， andSilenus and his donkey bringing up the rear.
