They dropped off to sleep one by one， but all pretty quickly.
Lucy woke out of the deepest sleep you can imagine， with the feeling that the voice she liked best in the world had been calling her name. She thought at first it was her father’s voice， but that did not seem quite right. Then she thought it was Peter‘s voice， but that did not seem to fit either. She did not want to get up； not because she was still tired.on the contrary she was wonderfully rested and all the aches had gone from her bones.but because she felt so extremely happy and comfortable. She was looking straight up at the Narnian moon， which is larger than ours， and at the starry sky， for the place where they had bivouacked was comparatively open.
“Lucy，” came the call again， neither her father’s voice nor Peter‘s. She sat up， trembling with excitement but not with fear. The moon was so bright that the whole forest landscape around her was almost as clear as day， though it looked wilder. Behind her was the fir wood； away to her right the jagged cliff.tops on the far side of the gorge； straight ahead， open grass to where a glade of trees began about a bow.shot away. Lucy looked very hard at the trees of that glade.