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CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE VERY END OF THE WORLD（第1页）

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REEPICHEEPwastheonlypersononboardbesidesDriniawoPevensieswhohadheSeaPeople.HehaddivedinatonhesawtheSeaKingshakinghisspear，fardedthisasasortofthreateaohavethematteroutthereaheextofdisgthatthefreshhaddistractedhisattention，andbeforeherememberedtheSeaPeopleagainLudDrinianhadtakenhimasideatomentionwhathehadseen.

Asthiheyneedhardlyhavebothered，forbythistimetheDawnTreaderwasglidioftheseawhichseemedtobeuninhabited.LuythihePeople，andevenshehadoglimpse.Allmonthefollowingdaytheysailedinfairlyshallowwateraomwasweedy.JustbeforemiddayLucysawalargeshoaloffishesgraziheywerealleatingsteadilyandallmovingiion.“Justlikeaflockofsheep，”

thoughtLulyshesawalittleSeaGirlofabeinthemiddleofthem—aquiet，lonely-lookinggirlwithasortofherhand.Lucyfeltsurethatthisgirlmustbeashepherdess—orperhapsafish-herdessandthattheshoalwasreallyaflockatpasture.Boththefishesandthegirlwerequiteclosetothesurfadjustasthegirl，glidingintheshallowwater，andLugoverthebulositetoohegirllookeduparaightintoLucy'sfaeithercouldspeaktotheotherandiheSeaGirldroppedastern.ButLueverfetherface.ItdidnhtenedrylikethoseoftheotherSeaPeople.Lucyhadlikedthatgirlaainthegirlhadlikedher.Iheyhadsomehowbeefrieseemtobemueetingagaininthatworldoraifevertheydotheywillrushtogetherwiththeirha.

&formanydays，withoutwindinhershroudsorfoamatherbows，acrossawavelesssea，theDawnTreaderglidedsmoothlyeast.Everydayahelightbecamemorebrilliantandstilltheycouldbearit.ao，buttheydrewbucketsofdazzlihesea，strohanwineaer，moreliquid，thanordinaryledgedolyisofit.Awoofthesailorswhohadbeenoldishmehevoyagebegannereveryday.Everyoneonboardwasfilledwithjoyathatmadeohefurthertheysailedthelesstheyspoke，aiillhatlastsealaidholdonthem.

“MyLord，”

saidtoDrinianoneday，“whatdoyouseeahead?”

“Sire，”

saidDriniaeness.Allalongthehorizonfromnorthtosouth，asfarasmyeyesreach.”

“ThatiswhatIseetoo，”

said，“andIagiis.”

“Ifwewereiudes，yourMajesty，”

saidDrinian，“Iwouldsayitwasice.Butit'tbethat;hesame，we'dbettergetmentotheoarsandholdtheshipbastthet.Whateverthestuffis，wedon'twanttotoitatthisspeed!”

TheydidasDriniansaid，andsouedtogoslowerahewhitenessdidaeriousasthey—approachedit.Ifitwaslanditmustbeaverystrangeland，foritseemedjustassmoothasthewaterandonthesamelevelwithit.WheveryclosetoitDrinianputthehelmhardoveraheDawhsothatshewasbroadsideoalewaystheedgeofthewhiteness.Insodoingtheyatallymadetheimportahetwasonlyaboutfortyfeetwideaheseaasstillasapond.Thiswasgoodhecrew，whuntothinkthatthereturoRamandu'sland，rowingagaiheway，wouldbeprettypoorsport.（Italsoexplaiheshepherdgirlhaddroppedsoquicklyasteri.Ifshehadbeenshewouldhavebeehesamespeedastheship.）

Andstillnooneakeoutwhatthewhitestuffwas.Thewasloutofftoihosewhoremaireadercouldseethattheboatpushedrightinamidstthewhiteheycouldhearthevoicesofthepartyiclearacrossthestillwater）talkinginashrillandsurprisedway.ThenthereausewhileRyhebowsoftheboattookasounding;aerthat，thebbackthereseemedtobepleuffinsideher.Everyohesidetohearthenews.

“Lilies，yourMajesty!”

shoutedRyandingupinthebows.

“Whatdidyousay?”

asked.

“Bloominglilies，yourMajesty，”

saidRynelf.“Sameasinapardenathome.”

“Look!”

saidLucy，whowasiheboat.Sheheldupherwetarmsfullofwhitepetalsandbroadflatleaves.

“What'sthedepth，Rynelf?”

askedDrinian.

“That'sthefunnything，，”

saidRy'sstilldeep.Threeandahalffathomsclear.”

“They'tbereallilies—notwhatwecalllilies，”

saidEustace.

Probablytheywerenot，buttheywereverylikethem.AersomesultatioreaderturnedbatothedbegawardthroughtheLilyLakeortheSilverSea（theytriedboththesewastheSilverSeathatstudisnoian'smap）thestraoftheirtravelsbegaheopeheywereleavingwasonlyathinrimofblueoernhorizowithfaicold，spreadroundthemoneveryside，exceptjustasterheirpassagehadthrusttheliliesapartaanopeerthatshonelikedarkgreenglass.Tolookat，thislastseawasveryliketheArdiftheireyeshadnotbynowgraseagles'thesunonallthatwhiteearlymwhenthesuwouldhavebeenunbearable.Ahesamewhitehedaylightlastlohereseemedhelilies.DayafterdayfromallthosemilesandleaguesofflowersthereroseasmellwhichLuditveryhardtodescribe;sweet—yes，butnotatallsleepy，afresh，wild，loseemedtogetintoyourbrainandmakeyoufeelthatyouountainsataruha.Sheandsaidtooher，“IfeelthatI'tstandmuchmoreofthis，yetIdon'twantittostop.”

&ooksouenbutitwasonlyseveraldayslaterthatthewaterbecameshallower.Afterthatitweingshallower.Therecameadaywheorowoutofthedfeeltheirwayforwardatasnail'spag.AndsoonitwasclearthattheDawnTreadercouldsail.Iwasonlybyverydlingthattheysavedherfr.

&heboat，”

cried，“ahemenaft.Imustspeaktothem.”