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"how beautifully clear the water is!" said lucy to herself, as she leaned over the port side early in the afternoon of the second day.
and it was. the first thing that she noticed was a little black object, about the size of a shoe, travelling along at the same speed as the ship. for a moment she thought it was something floating on the surface. but then there came floating past a bit of stale bread which the cook had just thrown out of the galley. and the bit of bread looked as if it were going to collide with the black thing, but it didnt. it passed above it, and lucy now saw that the black thing could not be on the surface. then the black thing suddenly got very much bigger and flicked back to normal size a moment later.
now lucy knew she had seen something just like that happen somewhere else - if only she could remember where. she held her hand to her head and screwed up her face and put out her tongue in the effort to remember. at last she did. of course! it was like what you saw from a train on a bright sunny day. you saw the black shadow of your own coach running along the fields at the same pace as the train. then you went into a cutting; and immediately the same shadow flicked close up to you and got big, racing :long the grass of the cutting-bank. then you came out of the cutting and - pick! - once more the black shadow had gone back to its normal size and was running along the fields.
"its our shadow! - the shadow of the dawn treader," said lucy. "our shadow running along on the bottom of the sea. that time when it got bigger it went over a hill. but in that case the water must be clearer than i thought! good gracious, i must he seeing the bottom of the sea; fathoms and fathoms down.”
as soon as she had said this she realized that the great silvery expanse which she had been seeing (without noticing) for some time was really the sand on the sea-bed and that ail sorts of darker or brighter patches were not lights and shadows on the surface but real things on the bottom. at present, for instance, they were passing over a mass of soft purply green with a broad, winding strip of pale grey in the middle of it but now that she knew it was on the bottom she saw it much better. she could see that bits of the dark stuff were much higher than other bits and were waving gently. "just like trees in a wind," said lucy. "and do believe thats what they are. its a submarine forest.”
they passed on above it and presently the pale streak was joined by another pale streak.
"if i was down there," thought lucy, "that streak would be just like a road through the wood. and that place where it joins the other would be a crossroads. oh, i do wish i was.
hallo! the forest is coming to an end. and i do believe the streak really was a road! i can still see it going on across the open sand. its a different colour. and its marked out with something at the edges - dotted lines. perhaps they are stones. and now its getting wider.”
but it was not really getting wider, it was getting nearer. she realized this because of the way in which the shadow of the ship came rushing up towards her. and the road she felt sure it was a road now - began to go in zigzags. obviously it was climbing up a steep hill.
and when she held her head sideways and looked back, what she saw was very like what you see when you look down a winding road from the top of a hill. she could even see the shafts of sunlight falling through the deep water on to the wooded valley - and, in the
extreme distance, everything melting away into a dim greenness. but some places - the sunny ones, she thought - were ultramarine blue.
she could not, however, spend much time looking back; what was coming into view in the forward direction was too exciting. the road had apparently now reached the top of the hill and ran straight forward. little specks were moving to and fro on it. and now something most wonderful, fortunately in full sunlight - or as full as it can be when it falls through fathoms of water - flashed into sight. it was knobbly and jagged and of a pearly, or perhaps an ivory, colour. she was so nearly straight above it that at first she could hardly make out what it was. but everything became plain when she noticed its shadow. the sunlight was falling across lucys shoulders, so the shadow of the thing lay stretched out on the sand behind it. and by its shape she saw clearly that it was a shadow of towers and pinnacles, minarets and domes.
"why! - its a city or a huge castle," said lucy to herself "but i wonder why theyve built it on top of a high mountain?”
long afterwards when she was back in england and talked all these adventures over with edmund, they thought of a reason and i am pretty sure it is the true one. in the sea, the deeper you go, the darker and colder it gets, and it is down there, in the dark and cold, that dangerous things live - the squid and the sea serpent and the kraken. the valleys are the wild, unfriendly places. the sea-people feel about their valleys as we do about mountains, and feel about their mountains as we feel about valleys. it is on the heights (or, as we would say, "in the shallows") that there is warmth and peace. the reckless hunters and brave knights of the sea go down into the depths on quests and adventures, but return home to the heights for rest and peace, courtesy and council, the sports, the dances and the songs.
they had passed the city and the sea-bed was still rising. it was only a few hundred feet below the ship now. the road had disappeared. they were sailing above an open park-like country, dotted with little groves of brightlycoloured vegetation. and then - lucy nearly squealed aloud with excitement-she had seen people.
there were between fifteen and twenty of them, and all mounted on sea- horses - not the tiny little sea-horses which you may have seen in museums but horses rather bigger than themselves. they must be noble and lordly people, lucy thought, for she could catch the gleam of gold on some of their foreheads and streamers of emerald- or orange-coloured stuff fluttered from their shoulders in the current. then: "oh, bother these fish!" said lucy, for a whole shoal of 【创建和谐家园】all fat fish, swimming quite close to the surface, had come between her and the sea people. but though this spoiled her view it led to the most interesting thing of all.
suddenly a fierce little fish of a kind she had never seen before came darting up from below, snapped, grabbed, and sank rapidly with one of the fat fish in its mouth. and all the sea people were sitting on their horses staring up at what had happened. they seemed
to be talking and laughing. and before the hunting fish had got back to them with its prey, another of the same kind came up from the sea people. and lucy was almost certain that one big sea man who sat on his sea-horse in the middle of the party had sent it or released it; as if he had been holdng it back till then in his hand or on his wrist.
"why, i do declare," said lucy, "its a hunting party. or more like a hawking party. yes, thats it. they ride out with these little fierce fish on their wrists just as we used to ride out with falcons on our wrists when we were kings and queens at cair paravel long ago.
and then they fly them - or i suppose i should say swim them - at the others.”
she stopped suddenly because the scene was changing. the sea people had noticed the dawn treader. the shoal of fish hard scattered in every direction: the people themselves were coming up to find out the meaning of this big, black thing which had come between them and the sun. and now they were so close to the surface that if they had been in air, instead of water, lucy could have spoken to them. there were men and women both. all wore coronets of some kind and many had chains of pearls. they wore no other clothes.
their bodies were the colour of old ivory, their hair dark purple. the king in the centre (no one could mistake him for anything but the king) looked proudly and fiercely into lucys face and shook a spear in his hand. his knights did the same. the faces of the ladies were filled with astonishment. lucy felt sure they had never seen a ship or a human before - and how should they, in seas beyond the worlds end where no ship ever came?
"what are you staring at, lu?" said a voice close beside her.
lucy had been so absorbed in what she was seeing that she started at the sound, and when she turned she found that her arm had gone "dead" from leaning so long on the rail in one position. drinian and edmund were beside her.
"look," she said.
they both looked, but almost at once drinian said in a low voice: "turn round at once, your majesties - thats right, with our backs to the sea. and dont look as if we were talking about anything important.”
"why, whats the matter?" said lucy as she obeyed.
"itll never do for the sailors to see all that," said drinian. "well have men falling in love with a seawoman, or falling in love with the under-sea country itself, and jumping overboard. ive heard of that kind of thing happening before in strange seas. its always unlucky to see these people.”
"but we used to know them," said lucy. "in the old days at cair paravel when my brother peter was high king. they came to the surface and sang at our coronation.”
"i think that must have been a different kind, lu," said edmund. "they could live in the air as well as under water. i rather think these cant. by the look of them theyd have surfaced and started attacking us long ago if they could. they seem very fierce.”
"at any rate," said drinian, but at that moment two sounds were heard. one was a plop.
the other was a voice from the fighting top shouting, "man overboard!" then everyone was busy. some of the sailors hurried aloft to take in the sail: others hurried below to get to the oars; and rhince, who was on duty on the poop, began to put the helm hard over so as to come round and back to the man who had gone overboard. but by now everyone knew that it wasnt strictly a man. it was reepicheep.
"drat that mouse!" said drinian. "its more trouble than all the rest of the ships company put together. if there is any scrape to be got into, in it will get! it ought to be put in irons - keel-hauled - marooned - have its whiskers cut off. can anyone see the little blighter?”
all this didnt mean that drinian really disliked reepicheep. on the contrary he liked him very much and was therefore frightened about him, and being frightened put him in a bad temper - just as your mother is much angrier with you for running out into the road in front of a car than a stranger would be. no one, of course, was afraid of reepicheeps drowning, for he was an excellent swimmer; but the three who knew what was going on below the water were afraid of those long, cruel spears in the hands of the sea people.
in a few minutes the dawn treader had come round and everyone could see the black blob in the water which was reepicheep. he was chattering with the greatest excitement but as his mouth kept on getting filled with water nobody could understand what he was saying.
"hell blurt the whole thing out if we dont shut him up," cried drinian. to prevent this he rushed to the side and lowered a rope himself, shouting to the sailors, "all right, all right.
back to your places. i hope i can heave a mouse up without help." and as reepicheep began climbing up the rope not very nimbly because his wet fur made him heavy - drinian leaned over and whispered to him, "dont tell. not a word.”
but when the dripping mouse had reached the deck it turned out not to be at all interested in the sea people.
"sweet!" he cheeped. "sweet, sweet!”
"what are you talking about?" asked drinian crossly. "and you neednt shake yourself all over me, either.”
"i tell you the waters sweet," said the mouse. "sweet, fresh. it isnt salt.”
for a moment no one quite took in the importance of this. but then reepicheep once more repeated the old prophecy: "where the waves grow sweet, doubt not, reepicheep, there is the utter east.”
then at last everyone understood.
"let me have a bucket, rynelf," said drinian.
it was handed him and he lowered it and up it came again. the water shone in it like glass.
"perhaps your majesty would like to taste it first," said drinian to caspian.
the king took the bucket in both hands, raised it to his lips, sipped, then drank deeply and raised his head. his face was changed. not only his eyes but everything about him seemed to be brighter.
"yes," he said, "it is sweet. thats real water, that. im not sure that it isnt going to kill me. but it is the death i would have chosen - if id known about it till now.”
"what do you mean?" asked edmund.
"it - its like light more than anything else," said caspian.
"that is what it is," said reepicheep. "drinkable light. we must be very near the end of the world now.”
there was a moments silence and then lucy knelt down on the deck and drank from the bucket.
"its the loveliest thing i have ever tasted," she said with a kind of gasp. "but oh - its strong. we shant need to eat anything now.”
and one by one everybody on board drank. and for a long time they were all silent. they felt almost too well and strong to bear it; and presently they began to notice another result. as i have said before, there had been too much light ever since they left the island of ramandu - the sun too large (though not too hot), the sea too bright, the air too shining. now, the light grew no less - if anything, it increased - but they could bear it.
they could look straight up at the sun without blinking. they could see more light than they had ever seen before. and the deck and the sail and their own faces and bodies became brighter and brighter and every rope shone. and next morning, when the sun rose, now five or six times its old size, they stared hard into it and could see the very feathers of the birds that came flying from it.
hardly a word was spoken on board all that day, till about dinner-time (no one wanted any dinner, the water was enough for them) drinian said: "i cant understand this. there is not a breath of wind. the sail hangs dead. the sea is as flat as a pond. and yet we drive on as fast as if there were a gale behind us.”
"ive been thinking that, too," said caspian. "we must be caught in some strong current.”
"hm," said edmund. "thats not so nice if the world really has an edge and were getting near it.”
"you mean," said caspian, "that we might be just well, poured over it?”
"yes, yes," cried reepicheep, clapping his paws together. "thats how ive always imagined it - the world like a great round table and the waters of all the oceans endlessly pouring over the edge. the ship will tip up stand on her head - for one moment we shall see over the edge - and then, down, down, the rush, the speed -”
"and what do you think will be waiting for us at the bottom, eh?" said drinian.
"aslans country perhaps," said the mouse, its eyes shining. "or perhaps there isnt any bottom. perhaps it goes down for ever and ever. but whatever it is, wont it be worth anything just to have looked for one moment beyond the edge of the world.”
"but look -here," said eustace, "this is all rot. the worlds round - i mean, round like a ball, not like a table.”
"our world is," said edmund. "but is this?”
"do you mean to say," asked caspian, "that you three come from a round world (round like a ball) and youve never told me! its really too bad of you. because we have fairy-tales in which there are round worlds and i always loved them. i never believed there were any real ones. but ive always wished there were and ive always longed to live in one. oh, id give anything - i wonder why you can get into our world and we never get into yours? if only i had the chance! it must be exciting to live on a thing like a ball.
have you ever been to the parts where people walk about upside-down?”
edmund shook his head. "and it isnt like that," he added. "theres nothing particularly exciting about a round world when youre there.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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the very end of the world
reepicheep was the only person on board besides drinian and the two pevensies who had noticed the sea people. he had dived in at once when he saw the sea king shaking his spear, for he regarded this as a sort of threat or challenge and wanted to have the matter out there and then. the excitement of discovering that the water was now fresh had distracted his attention, and before he remembered the sea people again lucy and drinian had taken him aside and warned him not to mention what he had seen.
as things turned out they need hardly have bothered, for by this time the dawn treader was gliding over a part of the sea which seemed to be uninhabited. no one except lucy saw anything more of the people, and even she had only one short glimpse. all morning on the following day they sailed in fairly shallow water and the bottom was weedy. just before midday lucy saw a large shoal of fishes grazing on the weed. they were all eating steadily and all moving in the same direction. "just like a flock of sheep," thought lucy.
suddenly she saw a little sea girl of about her own age in the middle of them - a quiet, lonely-looking girl with a sort of crook in her hand. lucy felt sure that this girl must be a shepherdess - or perhaps a fish-herdess and that the shoal was really a flock at pasture.
both the fishes and the girl were quite close to the surface. and just as the girl, gliding in the shallow water, and lucy, leaning over the bulwark, came opposite to one another, the girl looked up and stared straight into lucys face. neither could speak to the other and in a moment the sea girl dropped astern. but lucy will never forget her face. it did not look frightened or angry like those of the other sea people. lucy had liked that girl and she felt certain the girl had liked her. in that one moment they had somehow become friends.
there does not seem to be much chance of their meeting again in that world or any other.
but if ever they do they will rush together with their hands held out.
after that for many days, without wind in her shrouds or foam at her bows, across a waveless sea, the dawn treader glided 【创建和谐家园】oothly east. every day and every hour the light became more brilliant and still they could bear it. no one ate or slept and no one wanted to, but they drew buckets of dazzling water from the sea, stronger than wine and somehow wetter, more liquid, than ordinary water, and pledged one another silently in deep draughts of it. and one or two of the sailors who had been oldish men when the voyage began now grew younger every day. everyone on board was filled with joy and excitement, but not an excitement that made one talk. the further they sailed the less they spoke, and then almost in a whisper. the stillness of that last sea laid hold on them.
"my lord," said caspian to drinian one day, "what do you see ahead?”
"sire," said drinian, "i see whiteness. all along the horizon from north to south, as far as my eyes can reach.”
"that is what i see too," said caspian, "and i cannot imagine what it is.”
"if we were in higher latitudes, your majesty," said drinian, "i would say it was ice. but it cant be that; not here. all the same, wed better get men to the oars and hold the ship
back against the current. whatever the stuff is, we dont want to crash into it at this speed!”
they did as drinian said, and so continued to go slower and slower. the whiteness did not get any less mysterious as they- approached it. if it was land it must be a very strange land, for it seemed just as 【创建和谐家园】ooth as the water and on the same level with it. when they got very close to it drinian put the helm hard over and turned the dawn treader south so that she was broadside on to the current and rowed a little way southward along the edge of the whiteness. in so doing they accidentally made the important discovery that the current was only about forty feet wide and the rest of the sea as still as a pond. this was good news for the crew, who had already begun to think that the return journey to ramandus land, rowing against stream all the way, would be pretty poor sport. (it also explained why the shepherd girl had dropped so quickly astern. she was not in the current. if she had been she would have been moving east at the same speed as the ship.)
and still no one could make out what the white stuff was. then the boat was lowered and it put off to investigate. those who remained on the dawn treader could see that the boat pushed right in amidst the whiteness. then they could hear the voices of the party in the boat clear across the still water) talking in a shrill and surprised way. then there was a pause while rynelf in the bows of the boat took a sounding; and when, after that, the boat came rowing back there seemed to be plenty of the white stuff inside her. everyone crowded to the side to hear the news.
"lilies, your majesty!" shouted rynelf, standing up in the bows.
"what did you say?" asked caspian.
"blooming lilies, your majesty," said rynelf. "same as in a pool or in a garden at home.”
"look!" said lucy, who was in the stern of the boat. she held up her wet arms full of white petals and broad flat leaves.
"whats the depth, rynelf?" asked drinian.
"thats the funny thing, captain," said rynelf. "its still deep. three and a half fathoms clear.”
"they cant be real lilies - not what we call lilies," said eustace.
probably they were not, but they were very like them. and when, after some consultation, the dawn treader turned back into the current and began to glide eastward through the lily lake or the silver sea (they tried both these names but it was the silver sea that stuck and is now on caspians map) the strangest part of their travels began. very soon the open sea which they were leaving was only a thin rim of blue on the western horizon.
whiteness, shot with faintest colour of gold, spread round them on every side, except just astern where their passage had thrust the lilies apart and left an open lane of water that
shone like dark green glass. to look at, this last sea was very like the arctic; and if their eyes had not by now grown as strong as eagles the sun on all that whiteness - especially at early morning when the sun was hugest would have been unbearable. and every evening the same whiteness made the daylight last longer. there seemed no end to the lilies. day after day from all those miles and leagues of flowers there rose a 【创建和谐家园】ell which lucy found it very hard to describe; sweet - yes, but not at all sleepy or overpowering, a fresh, wild, lonely 【创建和谐家园】ell that seemed to get into your brain and make you feel that you could go up mountains at a run or wrestle with an elephant. she and caspian said to one another, "i feel that i cant stand much more of this, yet i dont want it to stop.”
they took soundings very often but it was only several days later that the water became shallower. after that it went on getting shallower. there came a day when they had to row out of the current and feel their way forward at a snails pace, rowing. and soon it was clear that the dawn treader could sail no further east. indeed it was only by very clever handling that they saved her from grounding.
"lower the boat," cried caspian, "and then call the men aft. i must speak to them.”
"whats he going to do?" whispered eustace to edmund. "theres a queer look in his eyes.”
"i think we probably all look the same," said edmund.
they joined caspian on the poop and soon all the men were crowded together at the foot of the ladder to hear the kings speech. "friends," said caspian, "we have now fulfilled the quest on which you embarked. the seven lords are all accounted for and as sir reepicheep has sworn never to return, when you reach ramandus land you will doubtless find the lords revilian and argoz and mavramorn awake. to you, my lord drinian, i entrust this ship, bidding you sail to narnia with all the speed you may, and above all not to land on the island of deathwater. and instruct my regent, the dwarf trumpkin, to give to all these, my shipmates, the rewards i promised them. they have been earned well. and if i come not again it is my will that the regent, and master cornelius, and trufflehunter the badger, and the lord drinian choose a king of narnia with the consent-”
"but, sire," interrupted drinian, "are you abdicating?”