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“No，”said Aslan in a dull voice，as if it didn’t matter．“No． She will not make an attack to-night．”And then he sighed deeply. But presently he added，“All the same it was well thought of．That is how a soldier ought to think．But it doesn’t really matter．”So they proceeded to pitch their camp．
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 last 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 the darkness．
“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．”
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