CHAPTER EIGHT TWO NARROW ESCAPES（第4/5頁）

“We can dive for it，Sire，”said Reepicheep．

“No good at all，”said Edmund．“At least，if it’s really gold—solid gold—it’ll be far too heavy to bring up．And that pool’s twelve or fifteen feet deep if it’s an inch．Half a moment， though．It’s a good thing I’ve brought a hunting spear with me． Let’s see what the depth is like．Hold on to my hand，Caspian， while I lean out over the water a bit．”Caspian took his hand and Edmund，leaning forward，began to lower his spear into the water.

Before it was half-way in Lucy said，“I don’t believe the statue is gold at all．It’s only the light．Your spear looks just the same colour．”

“What’s wrong ？”asked several voices at once；for Edmund had suddenly let go of the spear．

“I couldn’t hold it，”gasped Edmund，“It seemed so heavy．”

“And there it is on the bottom now，”said Caspian，“and Lucy is right．It looks just the same colour as the statue．”

But Edmund，who appeared to be having some trouble with his boots—at least he was bending down and looking at them— straightened himself all at once and shouted out in the sharp voice which people hardly ever disobey：

“Get back ！Back from the water．All of you．At once ！！”

They all did and stared at him．

“Look，”said Edmund，“look at the toes of my boots．”

“They look a bit yellow，”began Eustace．

“They’re gold，solid gold，”interrupted Edmund．“Look at them．Feel them．The leather’s pulled away from it already．And they’re as heavy as lead．”

“By Aslan ！”said Caspian．“You don’t mean to say—？”

“Yes，I do，”said Edmund．“That water turns things into gold. It turned the spear into gold，that’s why it got so heavy． And it was just lapping against my feet(it’s a good thing I wasn’t barefoot)and it turned the toe-caps into gold．And that poor fellow on the bottom—well，you see．”

“So it isn’t a statue at all，”said Lucy in a low voice．

“No．The whole thing is plain now．He was here on a hot day. He undressed on top of the cliff—where we were sitting．The clothes have rotted away or been taken by birds to line nests with； the armour’s still there．Then he dived and—”

“Don’t，”said Lucy．“What a horrible thing．”

“And what a narrow shave we’ve had，”said Edmund．

“Narrow indeed，”said Reepicheep．“Anyone’s finger， anyone’s foot，anyone’s whisker，or anyone’s tail，might have slipped into the water at any moment．”

“All the same，”said Caspian，“we may as well test it．”He stooped down and wrenched up a spray of heather．Then，very cautiously，he knelt beside the pool and dipped it in．It was heather that he dipped；what he drew out was a perfect model of heather made of the purest gold，heavy and soft as lead．

“The King who owned this island，”said Caspian slowly， and his face flushed as he spoke，“would soon be the richest of all the Kings of the world．I claim this land for ever as a Narnian possession．It shall be called Goldwater Island．And I bind all of you to secrecy．No one must know of this．Not even Drinian—on pain of death，do you hear ？”

“Who are you talking to ？”said Edmund．“I’m no subject of yours．If anything it’s the other way round．I am one of the four ancient sovereigns of Narnia and you are under allegiance to the High King my brother．”

“So it has come to that，King Edmund，has it ？”said Caspian，laying his hand on his sword-hilt．

“Oh，stop it，both of you，”said Lucy．“That’s the worst of doing anything with boys．You’re all such swaggering，bullying idiots—oooh ！—”Her voice died away into a gasp．And everyone else saw what she had seen．

Across the grey hillside above them—grey，for the heather was not yet in bloom—without noise，and without looking at them，and shining as if he were in bright sunlight though the sun had in fact gone in，passed with slow pace the hugest lion that human eyes have ever seen．In describing the scene Lucy said afterwards，“He was the size of an elephant，”though at another time she only said，“The size of a cart-horse．”But it was not the size that mattered．Nobody dared to ask what it was．They knew it was Aslan．

And nobody ever saw how or where he went．They looked at one another like people waking from sleep．

“What were we talking about ？”said Caspian．“Have I been making rather an ass of myself ？”

“Sire，”said Reepicheep，“this is a place with a curse on it． Let us get back on board at once．And if I might have the honour of naming this island，I should call it Deathwater．”

“That strikes me as a very good name，Reep，”said Caspian， “though now that I come to think of it，I don’t know why．But the weather seems to be settling and I dare say Drinian would like to be off．What a lot we shall have to tell him．”