CHAPTER TWELVE THE DARK ISLAND（第2/4頁）

How long this voyage into the darkness lasted，nobody knew． Except for the creak of the rowlocks and the splash of the oars there was nothing to show that they were moving at all．Edmund， peering from the bows，could see nothing except the reflection of the lantern in the water before him．It looked a greasy sort of reflection，and the ripple made by their advancing prow appeared to be heavy，small，and lifeless．As time went on everyone except the rowers began to shiver with cold．

Suddenly，from somewhere-no one’s sense of direction was very clear by now-there came a cry，either of some inhuman voice or else a voice of one in such extremity of terror that he had almost lost his humanity．

Caspian was still trying to speak-his mouth was too dry-when the shrill voice of Reepicheep，which sounded louder than usual in that silence，was heard．

“Who calls ？”it piped．“If you are a foe we do not fear you， and if you are a friend your enemies shall be taught the fear of us．”

“Mercy ！”cried the voice．“Mercy ！Even if you are only one more dream，have merry．Take me on board．Take me，even if you strike me dead．But in the name of all mercies do not fade away and leave me in this horrible land．”

“Where are you ？”shouted Caspian．“Come aboard and welcome．”

There came another cry，whether of joy or terror，and then they knew that someone was swimming towards them．

“Stand by to heave him up，men，”said Caspian．

“Aye，aye，your Majesty，”said the sailors．Several crowded to the port bulwark with ropes and one，leaning far out over the side，held the torch．A wild，white face appeared in the blackness of the water，and then，after some scrambling and pulling，a dozen friendly hands had heaved the stranger on board．

Edmund thought he had never seen a wilder-looking man． Though he did not otherwise look very old，his hair was an untidy mop of white，his face was thin and drawn，and，for clothing， only a few wet rags hung about him．But what one mainly noticed were his eyes，which were so widely opened that he seemed to have no eyelids at all，and stared as if in an agony of pure fear． The moment his feet reached the deck he said：

“Fly ！ Fly ！ About with your ship and fly ！ Row，row，row for your lives away from this accursed shore．”

“Compose yourself，”said Reepicheep，“and tell us what the danger is．We are not used to flying．”

The stranger started horribly at the voice of the Mouse，which he had not noticed before．

“Nevertheless you will fly from here，”he gasped．“This is the Island where Dreams come true．”

“That’s the island I’ve been looking for this long time，”said one of the sailors．“I reckoned I’d find I was married to Nancy if we landed here．”

“And I’d find Tom alive again，”said another．

“Fools ！”said the man，stamping his foot with rage．“That is the sort of talk that brought me here，and I’d better have been drowned or never born．Do you hear what I say ？ This is where dreams-dreams，do you understand，come to life，come real． Not daydreams：dreams．”

There was about half a minute’s silence and then，with a great clatter of armour，the whole crew were tumbling down the main hatch as quick as they could and flinging themselves on the oars to row as they had never rowed before；and Drinian was swinging round the tiller，and the boatswain was giving out the quickest stroke that had ever been heard at sea．For it had taken everyone just that halfminute to remember certain dreams they had had-dreams that make you afraid of going to sleep again-and to realize what it would mean to land on a country where dreams come true．

Only Reepicheep remained unmoved．

“Your Majesty，your Majesty，”he said，“are you going to tolerate this mutiny，this poltroonery ？This is a panic，this is a rout．”

“Row，row，”bellowed Caspian．“Pull for all our lives．Is her head right，Drinian ？You can say what you like，Reepicheep． There are some things no man can face．”

“It is，then，my good fortune not to be a man，”replied Reepicheep with a very stiff bow．

Lucy from up aloft had heard it all．In an instant that one of her own dreams which she had tried hardest to forget came back to her as vividly as if she had only just woken from it．So that was what was behind them，on the island，in the darkness！For a second she wanted to go down to the deck and be with Edmund and Caspian．But what was the use ？ If dreams began coming true， Edmund and Caspian themselves might turn into something horrible just as she reached them．She gripped the rail of the fighting top and tried to steady herself．They were rowing back to the light as hard as they could：it would be all right in a few seconds．But oh，if only it could be all right now ！

Though the rowing made a good deal of noise it did not quite conceal the total silence which surrounded the ship．