EVERYONEwascheerfulastheDawnTreadersailedfromDragonIsland.TheyhadfairwindsassoonastheywereoutofthebayandcameearlynextmorningtotheunknownlandwhichsomeofthemhadseenwhenflyingoverthemountainswhileEustacewasstilladragon.Itwasalowgreenislandinhabitedbynothingbutrabbitsandafewgoats,butfromtheruinsofstonehuts,andfromblackenedplaceswherefireshadbeen,theyjudgedthatithadbeenpeoplednotlongbefore.Therewerealsosomebonesandbrokenweapons.
“Pirates’work,”saidCaspian.
“Orthedragon’s,”saidEdmund.
Theonlyotherthingtheyfoundtherewasalittleskinboat,orcoracle,onthesands.Itwasmadeofhidestretchedoverawickerframework.Itwasatinyboat,barelyfourfeetlong,andthepaddlewhichstilllayinitwasinproportion.Theythoughtthateitherithadbeenmadeforachildorelsethatthepeopleofthat
countryhadbeenDwarfs.Reepicheepdecidedtokeepit,asitwasjusttherightsizeforhim;soitwastakenonboard.TheycalledthatlandBurntIsland,andsailedawaybeforenoon.
Forsomefivedaystheyranbeforeasouth-southeastwind,outofsightofalllandsandseeingneitherfishnorgull.Thentheyhadadaythatrainedhardtilltheafternoon.EustacelosttwogamesofchesstoReepicheepandbegantogetlikehisoldanddisagreeableselfagain,andEdmundsaidhewishedtheycouldhavegonetoAmericawithSusan.ThenLucylookedoutofthesternwindowsandsaid:
“Hello!Idobelieveit’sstopping.Andwhat’sthat?”
TheyalltumbleduptothepoopatthisandfoundthattherainhadstoppedandthatDrinian,whowasonwatch,wasalsostaringhardatsomethingastern.Orrather,atseveralthings.Theylookedalittlelikesmoothroundedrocks,awholelineofthemwithintervalsofaboutfortyfeetinbetween.
“Buttheycan’tberocks,”Drinianwassaying,“becausetheyweren’ttherefiveminutesago.”
“Andone’sjustdisappeared,”saidLucy.
“Yes,andthere’sanotheronecomingup,”saidEdmund.
“Andnearer,”saidEustace.
“Hangit!”saidCaspian.“Thewholethingismovingthisway.”
“Andmovingagreatdealquickerthanwecansail,Sire,”saidDrinian.“It’llbeupwithusinaminute.”
Theyallheldtheirbreath,foritisnotatallnicetobepursuedbyanunknownsomethingeitheronlandorsea.Butwhatitturnedouttobewasfarworsethananyonehadsuspected.Suddenly,onlyaboutthelengthofacricketpitchfromtheirportside,anappallingheadreareditselfoutofthesea.Itwasallgreensandvermilionswithpurpleblotches—exceptwhereshellfishclungtoit—andshapedratherlikeahorse’s,thoughwithoutears.Ithadenormouseyes,eyesmadeforstaringthroughthedarkdepthsoftheocean,andagapingmouthfilledwithdoublerowsofsharpfish-liketeeth.Itcameuponwhattheyfirsttooktobeahugeneck,butasmoreandmoreofitemergedeveryoneknewthatthiswasnotitsneckbutitsbodyandthatatlasttheywereseeingwhatsomanypeoplehavefoolishlywantedtosee—thegreatSeaSerpent.Thefoldsofitsgigantictailcouldbeseenfaraway,risingatintervalsfromthesurface.Andnowitsheadwastoweringuphigherthanthemast.
Everymanrushedtohisweapon,buttherewasnothingtobedone,themonsterwasoutofreach.“Shoot!Shoot!”criedtheMasterBowman,andseveralobeyed,butthearrowsglancedofftheSeaSerpent’shideasifitwasiron—plated.Then,foradreadfulminute,everyonewasstill,staringupatitseyesandmouthandwonderingwhereitwouldpounce.
Butitdidn’tpounce.Itshotitsheadforwardacrosstheshiponalevelwiththeyardofthemast.Nowitsheadwasjustbesidethefightingtop.Stillitstretchedandstretchedtillitsheadwasoverthestarboardbulwark.Thendownitbegantocome—notontothecrowdeddeckbutintothewater,sothatthewholeshipwasunderanarchofserpent.Andalmostatoncethatarchbegantogetsmaller:indeedonthestarboardtheSeaSerpentwasnowalmosttouchingtheDawnTreader’sside.
Eustace(whohadreallybeentryingveryhardtobehavewell,tilltherainandthechessputhimback)nowdidthefirstbravethinghehadeverdone.HewaswearingaswordthatCaspianhadlenthim.Assoonastheserpent’sbodywasnearenoughonthestarboardsidehejumpedontothebulwarkandbeganhackingatitwithallhismight.ItistruethatheaccomplishednothingbeyondbreakingCaspian’ssecond-bestswordintobits,butitwasafinethingforabeginnertohavedone.
OtherswouldhavejoinedhimifatthatmomentReepicheephadnotcalledout,“Don’tfight!Push!”ItwassounusualfortheMousetoadviseanyonenottofightthat,eveninthatterriblemoment,everyeyeturnedtohim.Andwhenhejumpedupontothebulwark,forwardofthesnake,andsethislittlefurrybackagainstitshugescaly,slimyback,andbeganpushingashardashecould,quiteanumberofpeoplesawwhathemeantandrushedtobothsidesoftheshiptodothesame.Andwhen,amomentlater,theSeaSerpent’sheadappearedagain,thistimeontheportside,andthistimewithitsbacktothem,theneveryoneunderstood.
ThebrutehadmadealoopofitselfroundtheDawnTreaderandwasbeginningtodrawthelooptight.Whenitgotquitetight—snap!—therewouldbefloatingmatchwoodwheretheshiphadbeenanditcouldpickthemoutofthewateronebyone.Theironlychancewastopushtheloopbackwardtillitslidoverthestern;orelse(toputthesamethinganotherway)topushtheshipforwardoutoftheloop.
Reepicheepalonehad,ofcourse,nomorechanceofdoingthisthanofliftingupacathedral,buthehadnearlykilledhimselfwithtryingbeforeothersshovedhimaside.Verysoonthewholeship’scompanyexceptLucyandtheMouse(whichwasfainting)wasintwolonglinesalongthetwobulwarks,eachman’schesttothebackofthemaninfront,sothattheweightofthewholelinewasinthelastman,pushingfortheirlives.Forafewsickeningseconds(whichseemedlikehours)nothingappearedtohappen.Jointscracked,sweatdropped,breathcameingruntsandgasps.Thentheyfeltthattheshipwasmoving.Theysawthatthesnake-loopwasfurtherfromthemastthanithadbeen.Buttheyalsosawthatitwassmaller.Andnowtherealdangerwasathand.Couldtheygetitoverthepoop,orwasitalreadytootight?Yes.Itwouldjustfit.Itwasrestingonthepooprails.Adozenormorespranguponthepoop.Thiswasfarbetter.TheSeaSerpent’sbodywassolownowthattheycouldmakealineacrossthepoopandpushsidebyside.Hoperosehightilleveryonerememberedthehighcarvedstern,thedragontail,oftheDawnTreader.Itwouldbequiteimpossibletogetthebruteoverthat.
“Anaxe,”criedCaspianhoarsely,“andstillshove.”Lucy,whoknewwhereeverythingwas,heardhimwhereshewasstandingonthemaindeckstaringupatthepoop.Inafewsecondsshehadbeenbelow,gottheaxe,andwasrushinguptheladdertothepoop.Butjustasshereachedthetoptherecameagreatcrashingnoiselikeatreecomingdownandtheshiprockedanddartedforward.Foratthatverymoment,whetherbecausetheSeaSerpentwasbeingpushedsohard,orbecauseitfoolishlydecidedtodrawthenoosetight,thewholeofthecarvedsternbrokeoffandtheshipwasfree.
TheothersweretooexhaustedtoseewhatLucysaw.There,afewyardsbehindthem,theloopofSeaSerpent’sbodygotrapidlysmalleranddisappearedintoasplash.Lucyalwayssaid(butofcourseshewasveryexcitedatthemoment,anditmayhavebeenonlyimagination)thatshesawalookofidioticsatisfactiononthecreature’sface.Whatiscertainisthatitwasaverystupidanimal,forinsteadofpursuingtheshipitturneditsheadroundandbegannosingallalongitsownbodyasifitexpectedtofindthewreckageoftheDawnTreaderthere.ButtheDawnTreaderwasalreadywellaway,runningbeforeafreshbreeze,andthemenlayandsatpantingandgroaningallaboutthedeck,tillpresentlytheywereabletotalkaboutit,andthentolaughaboutit.Andwhensomerumhadbeenservedouttheyevenraisedacheer;andeveryonepraisedthevalourofEustace(thoughithadn’tdoneanygood)andofReepicheep.
Afterthistheysailedforthreedaysmoreandsawnothingbutseaandsky.Onthefourthdaythewindchangedtothenorthandtheseasbegantorise;bytheafternoonithadnearlybecomeagale.Butatthesametimetheysightedlandontheirportbow.
“Byyourleave,Sire,”saidDrinian,“wewilltrytogetundertheleeofthatcountrybyrowingandlieinharbour,maybetillthisisover.”Caspianagreed,butalongrowagainstthegaledidnotbringthemtothelandbeforeevening.Bythelastlightofthatdaytheysteeredintoanaturalharbourandanchored,butnoonewentashorethatnight.Inthemorningtheyfoundthemselvesinthegreenbayofarugged,lonely-lookingcountrywhichslopeduptoarockysummit.Fromthewindynorthbeyondthatsummitcloudscamestreamingrapidly.Theyloweredtheboatandloadedherwithanyofthewatercaskswhichwerenowempty.
“Whichstreamshallwewaterat,Drinian?”saidCaspianashetookhisseatinthestern-sheetsoftheboat.“Thereseemtobetwocomingdownintothebay.”
“Itmakeslittleodds,Sire,”saidDrinian.“ButIthinkit’sashorterpulltothatonthestarboard—theeasternone.”
“Herecomestherain,”saidLucy.
“Ishouldthinkitdoes!”saidEdmund,foritwasalreadypeltinghard.“Isay,let’sgototheotherstream.Therearetreesthereandwe’llhavesomeshelter.”
“Yes,let’s,”saidEustace.“Nopointingettingwetterthanweneed.”
ButallthetimeDrinianwassteadilysteeringtothestarboard,liketiresomepeopleincarswhocontinueatfortymilesanhourwhileyouareexplainingtothemthattheyareonthewrongroad.
“They’reright,Drinian,”saidCaspian.“Whydon’tyoubringherheadroundandmakeforthewesternstream?”