“What do you say, Susan?”
“Don’t be angry, Lu,” said Susan, “but I do think we should go down […] none of us except you saw anything.”
“Edmund?” said Peter.
“Well, there’s just this,” said Edmund […] “When we first discovered Narnia a year ago […] none of us would believe [Lucy…] Yet she was right after all. Wouldn’t it be fair to believe her this time? I vote for going up.”
[…]
“And now it’s your turn, Peter,” said Susan, “and I do hope—”
“Oh, shut up, shut up and let a chap think,” interrupted Peter. “I’d much rather not have to vote.”
“You’re the High King,” said Trumpkin sternly.
“Down,” said Peter after a long pause. “I know Lucy may be right after all, but I can’t help it. We must do one or the other.”
So they set off to their right along the edge, downstream.