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chater thirteen the three leeer（第1页）
THEwindneverfailedbutitgrewgentlereverydaytillatlengththewaveswerelittlemorethanripples，andtheshipglidedonhourafterhouralmostasiftheyweresailingonalake．AndeverynighttheysawthatthereroseintheeastnewconstellationswhichnoonehadeverseeninNarniaandperhaps，asLucythoughtwithamixtureofjoyandfear，nolivingeyehadseenatall．Thosenewstarswerebigandbrightandthenightswerewarm．Mostofthemsleptondeckandtalkedfarintothenightorhungovertheship’ssidewatchingtheluminousdanceofthefoamthrownupbytheirbows．
Onaneveningofstartlingbeauty，whenthesunsetbehindthemwassocrimsonandpurpleandwidelyspreadthattheveryskyitselfseemedtohavegrownlarger，theycameinsightoflandontheirstarboardbow．Itcameslowlynearerandthelightbehindthemmadeitlookasifthecapesandheadlandsofthisnewcountrywereallonfire．Butpresentlytheyweresailingalongitscoastanditswesterncapenowroseupasternofthem，blackagainsttheredskyandsharpasifitwascutoutofcardboard，andthentheycouldseebetterwhatthiscountrywaslike．Ithadnomountainsbutmanygentlehillswithslopeslikepillows．Anattractivesmellcamefromit-whatLucycalled“adim，purplekindofsmell”，whichEdmundsaid（andRhincethought）wasrot，butCaspiansaid，“Iknowwhatyoumean．”
Theysailedonagoodway，pastpointafterpoint，hopingtofindanicedeepharbour，buthadtocontentthemselvesintheendwithawideandshallowbay．ThoughithadseemedcalmoutatseatherewasofcoursesurfbreakingonthesandandtheycouldnotbringtheDawnTreaderasfarinastheywouldhaveliked．Theydroppedanchoragoodwayfromthebeachandhadawetandtumblinglandingintheboat．TheLordRhoopremainedonboardtheDawnTreader．Hewishedtoseenomoreislands．Allthetimethattheyremainedinthiscountrythesoundofthelongbreakerswasintheirears．
TwomenwerelefttoguardtheboatandCaspianledtheothersinland，butnotfarbecauseitwastoolateforexploringandthelightwouldsoongo．Buttherewasnoneedtogofartofindanadventure．Thelevelvalleywhichlayattheheadofthebayshowednoroadortrackorothersignofhabitation．UnderfootwastinespringyturfdottedhereandtherewithalowbushygrowthwhichEdmundandLucytookforheather．Eustace，whowasreallyrathergoodatbotany；saiditwasn’t，andhewasprobablyright；butitwassomethingofverymuchthesamekind．
Whentheyhadgonelessthanabowshotfromtheshore，Driniansaid，“Look！What’sthat？”andeveryonestopped．
“Aretheygreattrees？”saidCaspian．
“Towers，lthink，”saidEustace．
“Itmightbegiants，”saidEdmundinalowervoice．
“Thewaytofindoutistogorightivamongthem，”saidReepicheep，drawinghisswordandpatteringoffaheadofeveryoneelse。
“Ithinkit’saruin，”saidLucywhentheyhadgotagooddealnearer，andherguesswasthebestsofar．Whattheynowsawwasawideoblongspaceflaggedwithsmoothstonesandsurroundedbygreypillarsbutunroofed．Andfromendtoendofitranalongtablelaidwitharichcrimsoncloththatcamedownnearlytothepavement．Ateithersideofitweremanychairsofstonerichlycarvedandwithsilkencushionsupontheseats．Butonthetableitselftherewassetoutsuchabanquetashadneverbeenseen，notevenwhenPetertheHighKingkepthiscourtatCairParavel．Therewereturkeysandgeeseandpeacocks，therewereboars’headsandsidesofvenison，therewerepiesshapedlikeshipsunderfullsailorlikedragonsandelephants，therewereicepuddingsandbrightlobstersandgleamingsalmon，therewerenutsandgrapes，pineapplesandpeaches，pomegranatesandmelonsandtomatoes．Therewereflagonsofgoldandsilverandcuriouslywroughtglass；andthesmellofthefruitandthewineblewtowardsthemlikeapromiseofallhappiness．
“Isay！”saidLucy．
Theycamenearerandnearer，allveryquietly．
“Butwherearetheguests？”askedEustace．
“Wecanprovidethat，Sir，”saidRhince．
“Look！”saidEdmundsharply．Theywereactuallywithinthepillarsnowandstandingonthepavement．EveryonelookedwhereEdmundhadpointed．Thechairswerenotallempty．Attheheadofthetableandinthetwoplacesbesideittherewassomething-orpossiblythreesomethings．
“Whatarethose？”askedLucyinawhisper．“Itlookslikethreebeaverssittingonthetable．”
“Orahugebird’snest，”saidEdmund．
“Itlooksmorelikeahaystacktome，”saidCaspian．
Reepicheepranforward，jumpedonachairandthenceontothetable，andranalongit，threadinghiswayasnimblyasadancerbetweenjewelledcupsandpyramidsoffruitand-ivorysalt-cellars．Heranrightuptothemysteriousgreymassattheend：peered，touched，andthencalledout：
“Thesewillnotfight，Ithink．”
Everyonenowcamecloseandsawthatwhatsatinthosethreechairswasthreemen，thoughhardtorecognizeasmentillyoulookedclosely．Theirhair，whichwasgrey，hadgrownovertheireyestillitalmostconcealedtheir，faces，andtheirbeardshadgrownoverthetable，climbingpoundandentwiningplatesandgobletsasbrambles；entwineafence，until，allmixedinonegreatmatofhair，theyflowedovertheedgeanddowntothefloor．Andfromtheirheadsthehairhungoverthebacksoftheirchairssothattheywerewhollyhidden．Infactthethreemenwere；nearlyallhair．
“Dead？”saidCaspian．
“Ithinknot，Sire，”saidReepicheep，liftingoneoftheirhandsoutofitstangleofhairinhistwopaws．“Thisoneiswarmandhispulsebeats．”
“Thisone，too，andthis，”saidDrinian．
“Why，they’reonlyasleep，”saidEustace．
