So Fledge came lower and lower. As they came down nearer to the earth and among the hills， the air grew warmer and after travelling so many hours with nothing to listen to but the beat of Fledge’s wings， it was nice to hear the homely and earthy noises again.the chatter of the river on its stony bed and the creaking of trees in the light wind. A warm， good smell of sun.baked earth and grass and flowers came up to them. At last Fledge alighted. Digory rolled off and helped Polly to dismount. Both were glad to stretch their stiff legs.
The valley in which they had come down was in the heart of the mountains； snowy heights， one of them looking rose. red in the reflections of the sunset， towered above them.
“I am hungry，” said Digory.
“Well， tuck in，” said Fledge， taking a big mouthful of grass. Then he raised his head， still chewing and with bits of grass sticking out on each side of his mouth like whiskers， and said， “Come on， you two. Don‘t be shy. There’s plenty for us all.”
“But we can‘t eat grass，” said Digory.
“H’m， h‘m，” said Fledge， speaking with his mouth full. “Well.h’m.don‘t know quite what you’ll do then. Very good grass too.”
Polly and Digory stared at one another in dismay.
