Next moment the country dropped away beneath them， and whirled round as Fledge， like a huge pigeon， circled once or twice before setting off on his long westward flight. Looking down， Polly could hardly see the King and the Queen， and even Aslan himself was only a bright yellow spot on the green grass. Soon the wind was in their faces and Fledge‘s wings settled down to a steady beat.
All Narnia， many.coloured with lawns and rocks and heather and different sorts of trees， lay spread out below them， the river winding through it like a ribbon of quicksilver. They could already see over the tops of the low hills which lay northward on their right； beyond those hills a great moorland sloped gently up and up to the horizon. On their left the mountains were much higher， but every now and then there was a gap when you could see， between steep pine woods， a glimpse of the southern lands that lay beyond them， looking blue and far away.
“That’ll be where Archenland is，” said Polly. “Yes， but look ahead！” said Digory.