REEPICHEEPwastheonlypersononboardbesidesDrinianandthetwoPevensieswhohadnoticedtheSeaPeople.HehaddivedinatoncewhenhesawtheSeaKingshakinghisspear,forheregardedthisasasortofthreatorchallengeandwantedtohavethematteroutthereandthen.Theexcitementofdiscoveringthatthewaterwasnowfreshhaddistractedhisattention,andbeforeherememberedtheSeaPeopleagainLucyandDrinianhadtakenhimasideandwarnedhimnottomentionwhathehadseen.
Asthingsturnedouttheyneedhardlyhavebothered,forbythistimetheDawnTreaderwasglidingoverapartoftheseawhichseemedtobeuninhabited.NooneexceptLucysawanythingmoreofthePeople,andevenshehadonlyoneshortglimpse.Allmorningonthefollowingdaytheysailedinfairlyshallowwaterandthebottomwasweedy.JustbeforemiddayLucysawalargeshoaloffishesgrazingontheweed.Theywerealleatingsteadilyandallmovinginthesamedirection.“Justlikeaflockofsheep,”thoughtLucy.SuddenlyshesawalittleSeaGirlofaboutherownageinthemiddleofthem—aquiet,lonely-lookinggirlwithasortofcrookinherhand.Lucyfeltsurethatthisgirlmustbeashepherdess—orperhapsafish-herdess—andthattheshoalwasreallyaflockatpasture.Boththefishesandthegirlwerequiteclosetothesurface.Andjustasthegirl,glidingintheshallowwater,andLucy,leaningoverthebulwark,cameoppositetooneanother,thegirllookedupandstaredstraightintoLucy’sface.NeithercouldspeaktotheotherandinamomenttheSeaGirldroppedastern.ButLucywillneverforgetherface.ItdidnotlookfrightenedorangrylikethoseoftheotherSeaPeople.Lucyhadlikedthatgirlandshefeltcertainthegirlhadlikedher.Inthatonemomenttheyhadsomehowbecomefriends.Theredoesnotseemtobemuchchanceoftheirmeetingagaininthatworldoranyother.Butifevertheydotheywillrushtogetherwiththeirhandsheldout.
Afterthatformanydays,withoutwindinhershroudsorfoamatherbows,acrossawavelesssea,theDawnTreaderglidedsmoothlyeast.Everydayandeveryhourthelightbecamemorebrilliantandstilltheycouldbearit.Nooneateorsleptandnoonewantedto,buttheydrewbucketsofdazzlingwaterfromthesea,strongerthanwineandsomehowwetter,moreliquid,thanordinarywater,andpledgedoneanothersilentlyindeepdraughtsofit.Andoneortwoofthesailorswhohadbeenoldishmenwhenthevoyagebegannowgrewyoungereveryday.Everyoneonboardwasfilledwithjoyandexcitement,butnotanexcitementthatmadeonetalk.Thefurthertheysailedthelesstheyspoke,andthenalmostinawhisper.Thestillnessofthatlastsealaidholdonthem.
“MyLord,”saidCaspiantoDrinianoneday,“whatdoyouseeahead?”
“Sire,”saidDrinian,“Iseewhiteness.Allalongthehorizonfromnorthtosouth,asfarasmyeyescanreach.”
“ThatiswhatIseetoo,”saidCaspian,“andIcannotimaginewhatitis.”
“Ifwewereinhigherlatitudes,yourMajesty,”saidDrinian,“Iwouldsayitwasice.Butitcan’tbethat;nothere.Allthesame,we’dbettergetmentotheoarsandholdtheshipbackagainstthecurrent.Whateverthestuffis,wedon’twanttocrashintoitatthisspeed!”
TheydidasDriniansaid,andsocontinuedtogoslowerandslower.Thewhitenessdidnotgetanylessmysteriousastheyapproachedit.Ifitwaslanditmustbeaverystrangeland,foritseemedjustassmoothasthewaterandonthesamelevelwithit.WhentheygotveryclosetoitDrinianputthehelmhardoverandturnedtheDawnTreadersouthsothatshewasbroadsideontothecurrentandrowedalittlewaysouthwardalongtheedgeofthewhiteness.Insodoingtheyaccidentallymadetheimportantdiscoverythatthecurrentwasonlyaboutfortyfeetwideandtherestoftheseaasstillasapond.Thiswasgoodnewsforthecrew,whohadalreadybeguntothinkthatthereturnjourneytoRamandu’sland,rowingagainststreamalltheway,wouldbeprettypoorsport.(Italsoexplainedwhytheshepherdgirlhaddroppedsoquicklyastern.Shewasnotinthecurrent.Ifshehadbeenshewouldhavebeenmovingeastatthesamespeedastheship.)
Andstillnoonecouldmakeoutwhatthewhitestuffwas.Thentheboatwasloweredanditputofftoinvestigate.ThosewhoremainedontheDawnTreadercouldseethattheboatpushedrightinamidstthewhiteness.Thentheycouldhearthevoicesofthepartyintheboat(clearacrossthestillwater)talkinginashrillandsurprisedway.ThentherewasapausewhileRynelfinthebowsoftheboattookasounding;andwhen,afterthat,theboatcamerowingbackthereseemedtobeplentyofthewhitestuffinsideher.Everyonecrowdedtothesidetohearthenews.
“Lilies,yourMajesty!”shoutedRynelf,standingupinthebows。
“Whatdidyousay?”askedCaspian.
“Bloominglilies,yourMajesty,”saidRynelf.“Sameasinapoolorinagardenathome.”
“Look!”saidLucy,whowasinthesternoftheboat.Sheheldupherwetarmsfullofwhitepetalsandbroadflatleaves.
“What’sthedepth,Rynelf?”askedDrinian.
“That’sthefunnything,Captain,”saidRynelf.“It’sstilldeep.Threeandahalffathomsclear.”
“Theycan’tbereallilies—notwhatwecalllilies,”saidEustace.
Probablytheywerenot,buttheywereverylikethem.Andwhen,aftersomeconsultation,theDawnTreaderturnedbackintothecurrentandbegantoglideeastwardthroughtheLilyLakeortheSilverSea(theytriedboththesenamesbutitwastheSilverSeathatstuckandisnowonCaspian’smap)thestrangestpartoftheirtravelsbegan.Verysoontheopenseawhichtheywereleavingwasonlyathinrimofblueonthewesternhorizon.Whiteness,shotwithfaintestcolourofgold,spreadroundthemoneveryside,exceptjustasternwheretheirpassagehadthrusttheliliesapartandleftanopenlaneofwaterthatshonelikedarkgreenglass.Tolookat,thislastseawasveryliketheArctic;andiftheireyeshadnotbynowgrownasstrongaseagles’thesunonallthatwhiteness—especiallyatearlymorningwhenthesunwashugest—wouldhavebeenunbearable.Andeveryeveningthesamewhitenessmadethedaylightlastlonger.Thereseemednoendtothelilies.DayafterdayfromallthosemilesandleaguesofflowersthereroseasmellwhichLucyfounditveryhardtodescribe;sweet—yes,butnotatallsleepyoroverpowering,afresh,wild,lonelysmellthatseemedtogetintoyourbrainandmakeyoufeelthatyoucouldgoupmountainsatarunorwrestlewithanelephant.SheandCaspiansaidtooneanother,“IfeelthatIcan’tstandmuchmoreofthis,yetIdon’twantittostop.”
Theytooksoundingsveryoftenbutitwasonlyseveraldayslaterthatthewaterbecameshallower.Afterthatitwentongettingshallower.Therecameadaywhentheyhadtorowoutofthecurrentandfeeltheirwayforwardatasnail’space,rowing.AndsoonitwasclearthattheDawnTreadercouldsailnofurthereast.Indeeditwasonlybyverycleverhandlingthattheysavedherfromgrounding.
“Lowertheboat,”criedCaspian,“andthencallthemenaft.Imustspeaktothem.”
“What’shegoingtodo?”whisperedEustacetoEdmund.“There’saqueerlookinhiseyes.”
“Ithinkweprobablyalllookthesame,”saidEdmund.
TheyjoinedCaspianonthepoopandsoonallthemenwerecrowdedtogetheratthefootoftheladdertoheartheKing’sspeech.
“Friends,”saidCaspian,“wehavenowfulfilledthequestonwhichyouembarked.ThesevenlordsareallaccountedforandasSirReepicheephasswornnevertoreturn,whenyoureachRamandu’sLandyouwilldoubtlessfindtheLordsRevilianandArgozandMavramornawake.Toyou,myLordDrinian,Ientrustthisship,biddingyousailtoNarniawithallthespeedyoumay,andaboveallnottolandontheIslandofDeathwater.Andinstructmyregent,theDwarfTrumpkin,togivetoallthese,myshipmates,therewardsIpromisedthem.Theyhavebeenearnedwell.AndifIcomenotagainitismywillthattheRegent,andMasterCornelius,andTrufflehuntertheBadger,andtheLordDrinianchooseaKingofNarniawiththeconsent—”
“But,Sire,”interruptedDrinian,“areyouabdicating?”
“IamgoingwithReepicheeptoseetheWorld’sEnd,”saidCaspian。
Alowmurmurofdismayranthroughthesailors.
“Wewilltaketheboat,”saidCaspian.“YouwillhavenoneedofitinthesegentleseasandyoumustbuildanewoneonRamandu’sisland.Andnow—”
“Caspian,”saidEdmundsuddenlyandsternly,“youcan’tdothis.”
“Mostcertainly,”saidReepicheep,“hisMajestycannot.”
“Noindeed,”saidDrinian.
“Can’t?”saidCaspiansharply,lookingforamomentnotunlikehisuncleMiraz.
“BeggingyourMajesty’spardon,”saidRynelffromthedeckbelow,“butifoneofusdidthesameitwouldbecalleddeserting.”
“Youpresumetoomuchonyourlongservice,Rynelf,”saidCaspian。
“No,Sire!He’sperfectlyright,”saidDrinian.
“BytheManeofAslan,”saidCaspian,“Ihadthoughtyouwereallmysubjectshere,notmyschoolmasters.”
“I’mnot,”saidEdmund,“andIsayyoucannotdothis.”
“Can’tagain,”saidCaspian.“Whatdoyoumean?”
“IfitpleaseyourMajesty,wemeanshallnot,”saidReepicheepwithaverylowbow.“YouaretheKingofNarnia.Youbreakfaithwithallyoursubjects,andespeciallywithTrumpkin,ifyoudonotreturn.Youshallnotpleaseyourselfwithadventuresasifyouwereaprivateperson.AndifyourMajestywillnothearreasonitwillbethetruestloyaltyofeverymanonboardtofollowmeindisarmingandbindingyoutillyoucometoyoursenses.”
“Quiteright,”saidEdmund.“LiketheydidwithUlysseswhenhewantedtogoneartheSirens.”
Caspian’shandhadgonetohisswordhilt,whenLucysaid,“Andyou’vealmostpromisedRamandu’sdaughtertogoback.”