Aslan’s mood affected everyone that evening. Peter was feeling uncomfortable too at the idea of fighting the battle on his own； the news that Aslan might not be there had come as a great shock to him. Supper that evening was a quiet meal. Everyone felt how different it had been the previous night or even that morning. It was as if the good times， having just begun， were already drawing to their end. This feeling affected Susan so much that she couldn‘t get to sleep when she went to bed. And after she had lain counting sheep and turning over and over she heard Lucy give a long sigh and turn over just beside her in thedarkness.
“Can’t you get to sleep either？” said Susan.
“No，” said Lucy. “I thought you were asleep. I say， Susan！” “What？”
“I‘ve a most horrible feeling.as if something were hanging over us.”
“Have you？ Because， as a matter of fact， so have I.”
“Something about Aslan，” said Lucy. “Either some dreadful thing is going to happen to him， or something dreadful that he’s going to do.”
“There‘s been something wrong with him all afternoon，” said Susan. “Lucy！ What was that he said about not being with us at the battle？ You don’t think he could be stealing away and leaving us tonight， do you？”