A bright light shone in at the window of her room.

She jumped up and ran to the window and leaned out.

Below lay the great courtyard of the castle, a moving sea of people on which hundreds of torches seemed to float, and the sound of shouting rose in the air as foam rises in the wind.
'The Fear! The Fear!' people were shouting.

'To the ark! to the ark!' And the black night that pressed round the castle was loud with the wild roar of waves and the shriek of a tumultuous wind.
Lucy ran to the door of her room.

But suddenly she stopped.
'My clothes,' she said.