VERYsoonaftertheyhadleftRamandu’scountrytheybegantofeelthattheyhadalreadysailedbeyondtheworld.Allwasdifferent.Foronethingtheyallfoundthattheywereneedinglesssleep.Onedidnotwanttogotobednortoeatmuch,noreventotalkexceptinlowvoices.Anotherthingwasthelight.Therewastoomuchofit.Thesunwhenitcameupeachmorninglookedtwice,ifnotthreetimes,itsusualsize.Andeverymorning(whichgaveLucythestrangestfeelingofall)thehugewhitebirds,singingtheirsongwithhumanvoicesinalanguagenooneknew,streamedoverheadandvanishedasternontheirwaytotheirbreakfastatAslan’sTable.Alittlelatertheycameflyingbackandvanishedintotheeast.
“Howbeautifullyclearthewateris!”saidLucytoherself,assheleanedovertheportsideearlyintheafternoonofthesecondday.
Anditwas.Thefirstthingthatshenoticedwasalittleblackobject,aboutthesizeofashoe,travellingalongatthesamespeedastheship.Foramomentshethoughtitwassomethingfloatingonthesurface.Butthentherecamefloatingpastabitofstalebreadwhichthecookhadjustthrownoutofthegalley.Andthebitofbreadlookedasifitweregoingtocollidewiththeblackthing,butitdidn’t.Itpassedaboveit,andLucynowsawthattheblackthingcouldnotbeonthesurface.Thentheblackthingsuddenlygotverymuchbiggerandflickedbacktonormalsizeamomentlater.
NowLucyknewshehadseensomethingjustlikethathappensomewhereelse—ifonlyshecouldrememberwhere.Sheheldherhandtoherheadandscrewedupherfaceandputouthertongueintheefforttoremember.Atlastshedid.Ofcourse!Itwaslikewhatyousawfromatrainonabrightsunnyday.Yousawtheblackshadowofyourowncoachrunningalongthefieldsatthesamepaceasthetrain.Thenyouwentintoacutting;andimmediatelythesameshadowflickedcloseuptoyouandgotbig,racingalongthegrassofthecutting-bank.Thenyoucameoutofthecuttingand—flick!—oncemoretheblackshadowhadgonebacktoitsnormalsizeandwasrunningalongthefields.
“It’sourshadow!—theshadowoftheDawnTreader,”saidLucy.“Ourshadowrunningalongonthebottomofthesea.Thattimewhenitgotbiggeritwentoverahill.ButinthatcasethewatermustbeclearerthanIthought!Goodgracious,Imustheseeingthebottomofthesea;fathomsandfathomsdown.”
Assoonasshehadsaidthissherealizedthatthegreatsilveryexpansewhichshehadbeenseeing(withoutnoticing)forsometimewasreallythesandonthesea-bedandthatailsortsofdarkerorbrighterpatcheswerenotlightsandshadowsonthesurfacebutrealthingsonthebottom.Atpresent,forinstance,theywerepassingoveramassofsoftpurplygreenwithabroad,windingstripofpalegreyinthemiddleofit.Butnowthatsheknewitwasonthebottomshesawitmuchbetter.Shecouldseethatbitsofthedarkstuffweremuchhigherthanotherbitsandwerewavinggently.“Justliketreesinawind,”saidLucy.“AndIdobelievethat’swhattheyare.It’sasubmarineforest.”
Theypassedonaboveitandpresentlythepalestreakwasjoinedbyanotherpalestreak.“IfIwasdownthere,”thoughtLucy,“thatstreakwouldbejustlikearoadthroughthewood.AndthatplacewhereitjoinstheotherWouldbeacrossroads.Oh,IdowishIwas.Hallo!theforestiscomingtoanend.AndIdobelievethestreakreallywasaroad!Icanstillseeitgoingonacrosstheopensand.It’sadifferentcolour.Andit’smarkedoutwithsomethingattheedges—dottedlines.Perhapstheyarestones.Andnowit’sgettingwider.”
Butitwasnotreallygettingwider,itwasgettingnearer.Sherealizedthisbecauseofthewayinwhichtheshadowoftheshipcamerushinguptowardsher.Andtheroad—shefeltsureitwasaroadnow—begantogoinzigzags.Obviouslyitwasclimbingupasteephill.Andwhensheheldherheadsidewaysandlookedback,whatshesawwasverylikewhatyouseewhenyoulookdownawindingroadfromthetopofahill.Shecouldevenseetheshaftsofsunlightfallingthroughthedeepwaterontothewoodedvalley—and,intheextremedistance,everythingmeltingawayintoadimgreenness.Butsomeplaces—thesunnyones,shethought—wereultramarineblue.
Shecouldnot,however,spendmuchtimelookingback;whatwascomingintoviewintheforwarddirectionwastooexciting.Theroadhadapparentlynowreachedthetopofthehillandranstraightforward.Littlespecksweremovingtoandfroonit.Andnowsomethingmostwonderful,fortunatelyinfullsunlight—orasfullasitcanbewhenitfallsthroughfathomsofwater—flashedintosight.Itwasknobblyandjaggedandofapearly,orperhapsanivory,colour.Shewassonearlystraightaboveitthatatfirstshecouldhardlymakeoutwhatitwas.Buteverythingbecameplainwhenshenoticeditsshadow.ThesunlightwasfallingacrossLucy’sshoulders,sotheshadowofthethinglaystretchedoutonthesandbehindit.Andbyitsshapeshesawclearlythatitwasashadowoftowersandpinnacles,minaretsanddomes.
“Why!—it’sacityorahugecastle,”saidLucytoherself.“ButIwonderwhythey’vebuiltitontopofahighmountain?”
LongafterwardswhenshewasbackinEnglandandtalkedalltheseadventuresoverwithEdmund,theythoughtofareasonandIamprettysureitisthetrueone.Inthesea,thedeeperyougo,thedarkerandcolderitgets,anditisdownthere,inthedarkandcold,thatdangerousthingslive—thesquidandtheSeaSerpentandtheKraken.Thevalleysarethewild,unfriendlyplaces.Thesea-peoplefeelabouttheirvalleysaswedoaboutmountains,andfeelabouttheirmountainsaswefeelaboutvalleys.Itisontheheights(or,aswewouldsay,“intheshallows”)thatthereiswarmthandpeace.Therecklesshuntersandbraveknightsoftheseagodownintothedepthsonquestsandadventures,butreturnhometotheheightsforrestandpeace,courtesyandcouncil,thesports,thedancesandthesongs.
Theyhadpassedthecityandthesea-bedwasstillrising.Itwasonlyafewhundredfeetbelowtheshipnow.Theroadhaddisappeared.Theyweresailingaboveanopenpark-likecountry,dottedwithlittlegrovesofbrightly—colouredvegetation.Andthen—Lucynearlysquealedaloudwithexcitement—shehadseenPeople.
Therewerebetweenfifteenandtwentyofthem,andallmountedonsea-horses—notthetinylittlesea-horseswhichyoumayhaveseeninmuseumsbuthorsesratherbiggerthanthemselves.Theymustbenobleandlordlypeople,Lucythought,forshecouldcatchthegleamofgoldonsomeoftheirforeheadsandstreamersofemerald—ororange—colouredstuffflutteredfromtheirshouldersinthecurrent.Then:
“Oh,botherthesefish!”saidLucy,forawholeshoalofsmallfatfish,swimmingquiteclosetothesurface,hadcomebetweenherandtheSeaPeople.Butthoughthisspoiledherviewitledtothemostinterestingthingofall.Suddenlyafiercelittlefishofakindshehadneverseenbeforecamedartingupfrombelow,snapped,grabbed,andsankrapidlywithoneofthefatfishinitsmouth.AndalltheSeaPeopleweresittingontheirhorsesstaringupatwhathadhappened.Theyseemedtobetalkingandlaughing。Andbeforethehuntingfishhadgotbacktothemwithitsprey,anotherofthesamekindcameupfromtheSeaPeople.AndLucywasalmostcertainthatonebigSeaManwhosatonhissea-horseinthemiddleofthepartyhadsentitorreleasedit;asifhehadbeenholdngitbacktilltheninhishandoronhiswrist.
“Why,Idodeclare,”saidLucy,“it’sahuntingparty.Ormorelikeahawkingparty.Yes,that’sit.TheyrideoutwiththeselittlefiercefishontheirwristsjustasweusedtorideoutwithfalconsonourwristswhenwewereKingsandQueensatCairParavellongago.Andthentheyflythem—orIsupposeIshouldsayswimthem—attheothers.How—”
Shestoppedsuddenlybecausethescenewaschanging.TheSeaPeoplehadnoticedtheDawnTreader.Theshoaloffishhardscatteredineverydirection:thePeoplethemselveswerecominguptofindoutthemeaningofthisbig,blackthingwhichhadcomebetweenthemandthesun.Andnowtheyweresoclosetothesurfacethatiftheyhadbeeninair,insteadofwater,Lucycouldhavespokentothem.Thereweremenandwomenboth.Allworecoronetsofsomekindandmanyhadchainsofpearls.Theyworenootherclothes.Theirbodieswerethecolourofoldivory,theirhairdarkpurple.TheKinginthecentre(noonecouldmistakehimforanythingbuttheKing)lookedproudlyandfiercelyintoLucy’sfaceandshookaspearinhishand.Hisknightsdidthesame.Thefacesoftheladieswerefilledwithastonishment.Lucyfeltsuretheyhadneverseenashiporahumanbefore—andhowshouldthey,inseasbeyondtheworld’sendwherenoshipevercame?
“Whatareyoustaringat,Lu?”saidavoiceclosebesideher.
Lucyhadbeensoabsorbedinwhatshewasseeingthatshestartedatthesound,andwhensheturnedshefoundthatherarmhadgone“dead”fromleaningsolongontherailinoneposition.DrinianandEdmundwerebesideher.
“Look,”shesaid.
Theybothlooked,butalmostatonceDriniansaidinalowvoice:
“Turnroundatonce,yourMajesties—that’sright,withourbackstothesea.Anddon’tlookasifweweretalkingaboutanythingimportant.”
“Why,what’sthematter?”saidLucyassheobeyed.
“It’llneverdoforthesailorstoseeallthat,”saidDrinian.“We’llhavemenfallinginlovewithasea—woman,orfallinginlovewiththeunder-seacountryitself,andjumpingoverboard.I’veheardofthatkindofthinghappeningbeforeinstrangeseas.It’salwaysunluckytoseethesepeople.”
“Butweusedtoknowthem,”saidLucy.“IntheolddaysatCairParavelwhenmybrotherPeterwasHighKing.Theycametothesurfaceandsangatourcoronation.”