There was, hardly even a path, more like a snaking ripple in the stone side of a mountain. It certainly was not a trail which soldiers in armor, or merchants with wares, would ever try; but three determined tigers, armed with what information Felstan had been able to provide, started along it. It should bring them into Narnia at a point in the route Gripstone had taken days ago, when he had come up from Archenland by the coast and then pressed inland--thus, not IN any part of the region where the action had gone on before. And once in Narnia, they would not tread on any part of the land they had trodden in the first rescue attempt, but keep to one side or another, as they searched for signs of surviving humans.