The crowd and the dance round Aslan （for it had become a dance once more） grew so thick and rapid that Lucy was confused. She never saw where certain other people came from who were soon capering about among the trees. One was a youth， dressed only in a fawn.skin， with vine.leaves wreathed in his curly hair. His face would have been almost too pretty for a boy’s， if it had not looked， so extremely wild. You felt， as Edmund said when he saw him a few days later， “There‘s a chap who might do anything.absolutely anything.” He seemed to have a great many names. Bromios， Bassareus， and the Ram were three of them. There were a lot of girls with him， as wild as he. There was even， unexpectedly， someone on a donkey. And everybody was laughing： and everybody was shouting out， “Euan， euan， eu.oi.oi.oi.”
