When the great night came， and his various strange subjects came stealing into the lawn by ones and twos and threes or by sixes and sevens.the moon then shining almost at her full.his heart swelled as he saw their numbers and heard their greetings. All whom he had met were there： Bulgy Bears and Red Dwarfs and Black Dwarfs， Moles and Badgers， Hares and Hedgehogs， and others whom he had not yet seen.five Satyrs as red as foxes， the whole contingent of Talking Mice， armed to the teeth and following a shrill trumpet， some Owls， the Old Raven of Ravenscaur. Last of all （and this took Caspian’s breath away）， with the Centaurs came a small but genuine Giant， Wimbleweather of Deadman‘s Hill， carrying on his back a basketful of rather sea.sick Dwarfs who had accepted his offer of a lift and were now wishing they had walked instead.
