CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE VERY END OF THE WORLD（第3/5頁）

“Quite right，”said Edmund．“Like they did with Ulysses when he wanted to go near the Sirens．”

Caspian’s hand had gone to his sword hilt，when Lucy said，“And you’ve almost promised Ramandu’s daughter to go back．”

Caspian paused．“Well，yes．There is that，”he said．He stood irresolute for a moment and then shouted out to the ship in general．

“Well，have your way．The quest is ended．We all return． Get the boat up again．”

“Sire，”said Reepicheep，“we do not all return．I，as I explained before—”

“Silence ！”thundered Caspian．“I’ve been lessoned but I’ll not be baited．Will no one silence that Mouse ？”

“Your Majesty promised，”said Reepicheep，“to be good lord to the Talking Beasts of Narnia．”

“Talking beasts，yes，”said Caspian．“I said nothing about beasts that never stop talking．”And he flung down the ladder in a temper and went into the cabin，slamming the door．

But when the others rejoined him a little later they found him changed；he was white and there were tears in his eyes．

“It’s no good，”he said．“I might as well have behaved decently for all the good I did with my temper and swagger．Aslan has spoken to me．No—I don’t mean he was actually here．He wouldn’t fit into the cabin，for one thing．But that gold lion’s head on the wall came to life and spoke to me．It was terrible—his eyes．Not that he was at all rough with me—only a bit stern at first． But it was terrible all the same．And he said—he said—oh，I can’t bear it．The worst thing he could have said．You’re to go on— Reep and Edmund，and Lucy，and Eustace；and I’m to go back． Alone．And at once．And what is the good of anything ？”

“Caspian，dear，”said Lucy．“You knew we’d have to go back to our own world sooner or later．”

“Yes，”said Caspian with a sob，“but this is sooner．”

“You’ll feel better when you get back to Ramandu’s Island，”said Lucy．

He cheered up a little later on，but it was a grievous parting on both sides and I will not dwell on it．About two o’clock in the afternoon，well victualled and watered(though they thought they would need neither food nor drink)and with Reepicheep’s coracle on board，the boat pulled away from the Dawn Treader to row through the endless carpet of lilies．The Dawn Treader flew all her flags and hung out her shields to honour their departure．Tall and big and homelike she looked from their low position with the lilies all round them．And even before she was out of sight they saw her turn and begin rowing slowly westward．Yet though Lucy shed a few tears，she could not feel it as much as you might have expected ．The light，the silence，the tingling smell of the Silver Sea， even(in some odd way)the loneliness itself，were too exciting．

There was no need to row，for the current drifted them steadily to the east．None of them slept or ate．All that night and all next day they glided eastward，and when the third day dawned—with a brightness you or I could not bear even if we had dark glasses on— they saw a wonder ahead．It was as if a wall stood up between them and the sky，a greenish-grey，trembling，shimmering wall． Then up came the sun，and at its first rising they saw it through the wall and it turned into wonderful rainbow colours．Then they knew that the wall was really a long，tall wave—a wave endlessly fixed in one place as you may often see at the edge of a waterfall． It seemed to be about thirty feet high，and the current was gliding them swiftly towards it．You might have supposed they would have thought of their danger．They didn’t．I don’t think anyone could have in their position．For now they saw something not only behind the wave but behind the sun．They could not have seen even the sun if their eyes had not been strengthened by the water of the Last Sea．But now they could look at the rising sun and see it clearly and see things beyond it．What they saw—eastward，beyond the sun—was a range of mountains．It was so high that either they never saw the top of it or they forgot it．None of them remembers seeing any sky in that direction．And the mountains must really have been outside the world．For any mountains even a quarter of a twentieth of that height ought to have had ice and snow on them． But these were warm and green and full，of forests and waterfalls however high you looked．And suddenly there came a breeze from the east，tossing the top of the wave into foamy shapes and ruffling the smooth water all round them．It lasted only a second or so but what it brought them in that second none of those three children will ever forget．It brought both a smell and a sound，a musical sound Edmund and Eustace would never talk about it afterwards．Lucy could only say，“It would break your heart．”“Why，”said I，“was it so sad ？”“Sad ！！No，”said Lucy．