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ising and falling in the gentle swell。 the sea began to grow bigger around them and； in the distance； bluer； but close round the boat it was green and bubbly。 everything smelled salt and there was no noise except the swishing of water and the clop…clop of water against the sides and the splash of the oars and the jolting noise of the rowlocks。 the sun grew hot。
it was delightful for lucy and susan in the bows； bending over the edge and trying to get their hands in the sea which they could never quite reach。 the bottom； mostly pure； pale sand but with occasional patches of purple seaweed； could be seen beneath them。
〃its like old times；〃 said lucy。 〃do you remember our voyage to terebinthia … and galma … and seven isles … and the lone islands？鈥�
〃yes；〃 said susan； 〃and our great ship the splendour hyaline； with the swans head at her prow and the carved swans wings ing back almost to her waist？鈥�
〃and the silken sails； and the great stern lanterns？鈥�
〃and the feasts on the poop and the musicians。鈥�
〃do you remember when we had the musicians up in the rigging playing flutes so that it sounded like music out of the sky？鈥�
presently susan took over edmunds oar and he came forward to join lucy。 they had passed the island now and stood closer in to the shore … all wooded and deserted。 they would have thought it very pretty if they had not remembered the time when it was open and breezy and full of merry friends。
〃phew！ this is pretty gruelling work；〃 said peter。 〃cant i row for a bit？〃 said lucy。 〃the oars are too big for you；〃 said peter shortly； not because he was cross but because he had no strength to spare for talking。
w锛穡锛氾紵
CHAPTER 9
？灏弜iaoshuo璇磘xt澶╁爞
what lucy saw susan and the two boys were bitterly tired with rowing before they rounded the last headland and began the final pull up glasswater itself； and lucys head ached from the long hours of sun and the glare on the water。 even trumpkin longed for the voyage to be over。 the seat on which he sat to steer had been made for men； not dwarfs； and his feet did not reach the floor…boards； and everyone knows how unfortable that is even for
ten minutes。 and as they all grew more tired； their spirits fell。 up till now the children had only been thinking of how to get to caspian。 now they wondered what they would do when they found him； and how a handful of dwarfs and woodland creatures could defeat an army of grown…up humans。
twilight was ing on as they rowed slowly up the windings of glasswater creek … a twilight which deepened as the banks drew closer together and the overhanging trees began almost to meet overhead。 it was very quiet in here as the sound of the sea died away behind them； they could even hear the trickle of the little streams that poured down from the forest into glasswater。
they went ashore at last； far too tired to attempt lighting a fire； and even a supper of apples （though most of them felt that they never wanted to see an apple again） seemed better than trying to catch or shoot anything。 after a little silent munching they all huddled down together in the moss and dead leaves between four large beech trees。
everyone except lucy went to sleep at once。 lucy； being far less tired； found it hard to get fortable。 also； she had forgotten till now that all dwarfs snore。 she knew that one of the best ways of getting to sleep is to stop trying； so she opened her eyes。
through a gap in the bracken and branches she could just see a patch of water in the creek and the sky above it。 then； with a thrill of memory； she saw again； after all those years； the bright narnian stars。 she had once known them better than the stars of our own world； because as a queen in narnia she had gone to bed much later than as a child in england。 and there they were … at least； three of the summer constellations could be seen from where she lay： the ship； the hammer； and the leopard。 〃dear old leopard；〃 she murmured happily to herself。
instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake … with an odd； night…time； dreamish kind of wakefulness。 the creek was growing brighter。 she knew now that then moon was on it； though she couldnt see the moon。 and now she began to feel that the whole forest was ing awake like herself。 hardly knowing why she did it； she got up quickly and walked a little distance away from their bivouac。
〃this is lovely；〃 said lucy to herself。 it was cool and fresh； delicious smells were floating everywhere。
somewhere close by she heard the twitter of a nightingale beginning to sing； then stopping； then beginning again。 it was a little lighter ahead。 she went towards the light and came to a place where there were fewer trees； and whole patches or pools of moonlight； but the moonlight and the shadows so mixed that you could hardly be sure where anything was or what it was。 at the same moment the nightingale； satisfied at last with his tuning up； burst into full song。
lucys eyes began to grow accustomed to the light； and she saw the trees that were nearest her more distinctly。 a great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in
narnia came over her。 she knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them； and what sort of human form it would put on。 she looked at a silver birch： it would have a soft； showery voice and would look like a slender girl； with hair blown all about her face； and fond of dancing。 she looked at the oak： he would be a wizened； but hearty old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands； and hair growing out of the warts。 she looked at the beech under which she was standing。 ah！
she would be the best of all。 she would be a gracious goddess； smooth and stately； the lady of the wood。
〃oh； trees； trees； trees；〃 said lucy （though she had not been intending to speak at all）。
〃oh； trees； wake； wake； wake。 dont you remember it？ dont you remember me？ dryads and hamadryads； e out； e to me。鈥�
though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her。 the rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words。 the nightingale stopped singing as if to l