CHAPTERTHIRTEEHREESLEEPERS
THEwindneverfailedbutitgrewgeillatlengththewaveswerelittlemorethaheshipglidedonhourafterhouralmostasiftheyweresailingonalake。AtheysawthatthereroseiionswhiehadeverseeninNarniaandperhaps,asLucythoughtwithamixtureofjoyandfear,nolivingeyehadseenatall。Thosearswerebigandbrightaswerewarm。Mostofthemsleptoalkedfariovertheship'ssidewatgthelumihefoamthrownupbytheirbows。
Onaneveningbeauty,whebehindthemwassodpurpleandwidelyspreadthattheveryskyitselfseemedter,theysightoflaarboardbow。Itcameslowlyhelightbehilookasifthedheadlandsofthisrywereallopresentlytheyweresailingalongitsditseernofthem,blasttheredskyandsharpasifitwascutoutofcardboard,aheycouldseebetterwhatthistrywaslike。Ithadnomountainsbutmalehillswithslopeslikepillows。Anattractivesmellit—whatLucycalled“adim,purplekindofsmell”,whidsaid(a)wasrot,butsaid,“Iknowwhatyoumean。”
Theysailedonagoodoi,hopingtofindanicedeepharbour,buthadtotthemselvesihawideandshallowbay。ThoughithadseemedcalmoutatseatherewasofcoursesurfbreakingonthesandandtheytheDawnTreaderasfarinastheywouldhaveliked。TheydroppedanchoodwayfromthebeadhadawetandtumblinglandiheLordRhoopremainedonboardtheDawnTreader。Hewishedtoseenomoreislands。Allthetimethattheyremaihistrythesoundofthelongbreakerswasintheirears。
Twomeoguardtheboatandledtheothersinland,butwastoolatefawouldsoongo。ButtherewasogofartofihelevelvalleywhichlayattheheadofthebayshowednoroadortracknofhabitatioringyturfdottedhereahalowbushygrowthwhidandLucytookforheather。Eustace,whowasreallyrathergoodatbotany;saiditwasn't,andherht;butitwassomethihesamekind。
&heyhadgohanabowshotfromtheshore,Driniansaid,“Look!What'sthat?”aopped。
&heygreattrees?”said。
&hink,”saidEustace。
“Itmightbegiants,”saidEdmundinalowervoice。
&ofindoutisthtivamongthem,”saidReepicheep,drawinghissatteringoffaheadofeveryoneelse。
“Ithinkit'saruin,”saidLutheyhadgotagooddealnearer,ahebestsofar。Whattheynoideoblongspaceflaggedwithsmoothstonesandsurroundedbygraypillarsbutunroofed。AoendtablelaidwitharicloththathepavemehersideofitweremanychairsofstonerichlydwithsilkensupooselftherewassetoutsuquetashadneverbeeeveheHighKihiscourtatCairParavel。Therewereturkeysandgeeseaherewereboars'headsandsidesofvenison,therewerepiesshapedlikeshipsunderfullsailoherewereigsandbrightlleamingsalmosandgrapes,pineapplesandpeaegranatesandmelonsaherewereflagonsofgoldandsilverandcurilass;ahefruitandtheardthemlikeapromiseofallhappiness。
“Isay!”saidLucy。
Theyearerandnearer,allveryquietly。
“Butwherearetheguests?”askedEustace。
“rovidethat,Sir,”saidRhince。
“Look!”saidEdmundsharply。Theywereactuallywithinthepillarsnowandstandi。EveryonelookedwhereEdmundhadpoihechairsty。Attheheadofthetableawoplacesbesideittherewassomething—orpossiblythreesomethings。
“Whatarethose?”askedLuawhisper。“Itlookslikethreebeaverssittiable。”
“ebird's,”saidEdmund。
“Itlooksmorelikeahaystae,”said。
Reepiforedonadthehetable,andranalongit,threadinghiswayasnimblyasadaweenjewelleddpyramidsoffruitand—ivorysalt-cellars。Heranrightuptothemysteriousgraymassattheeoudthehesewillnotfight,Ithink。”
Everyonenowcamedsawthatwhatsatihreechairswasthreemen,thoughhardtillyoulookedclosely。Theirhair,whichwasgray,hadgrowillitalmostcealedtheir,fadtheirbeardshadgrowable,gpouwiningplatesasasbrambles;entwiil,allmixediofhair,theyfleanddowntothefloor。Andfromtheirheadsthehairhuhebacksoftheirchairssothattheywerewhollyhidden。Ihreemenwere;nearlyallhair。
“Dead?”said。
“Ithinknot,Sire,”saidReepicheep,liftiheirhandsoutofitstangleofhairinhistwopaws。“Thisoneisulsebeats。”
“Thisooo,andthis,”saidDrinian。
“Why,they'reonlyasleep,”saidEustace。
“It'sbeenalohough,”saidEdmuheirhairgrowlikethis。”