Ch.2
Lucy weaved through the branches like a dryad. A minute ago she had scented a ghastly mix of burning wood, blood, and something comparable to wet dog. When she had turned to Peter, it was obvious he had smelled it too, for his face had been pale, and still was. She halted for a moment as they came into view of the Witch's camp, looking to Peter for guidance.
"It's empty! Come on, let's go!" All of a sudden, a shape larger than Lucy but slighter than Peter appeared and led the way into the camp. It was Susan. Apparently she had given up on sleep. Lucy turned and squinted into the trees on the other side of the camp. She made out the faint, ghostly glow of torches and took off in the direction.
"Lucy!" Peter and Susan shouted in unison and ran after her. They both knew she might not like what she saw.
