Suddenly,fromsomewhere-noone’ssenseofdirectionwasveryclearbynow-therecameacry,eitherofsomeinhumanvoiceorelseavoiceofoneinsuchextremityofterrorthathehadalmostlosthishumanity.
Caspianwasstilltryingtospeak-hismouthwastoodry-whentheshrillvoiceofReepicheep,whichsoundedlouderthanusualinthatsilence,washeard.
“Whocalls?”itpiped.“Ifyouareafoewedonotfearyou,andifyouareafriendyourenemiesshallbetaughtthefearofus.”
“Mercy!”criedthevoice.“Mercy!Evenifyouareonlyonemoredream,havemerry.Takemeonboard.Takeme,evenifyoustrikemedead.Butinthenameofallmerciesdonotfadeawayandleavemeinthishorribleland.”
“Whereareyou?”shoutedCaspian.“Comeaboardandwelcome.”
Therecameanothercry,whetherofjoyorterror,andthentheyknewthatsomeonewasswimmingtowardsthem.
“Standbytoheavehimup,men,”saidCaspian.
“Aye,aye,yourMajesty,”saidthesailors.Severalcrowdedtotheportbulwarkwithropesandone,leaningfaroutovertheside,heldthetorch.Awild,whitefaceappearedintheblacknessofthewater,andthen,aftersomescramblingandpulling,adozenfriendlyhandshadheavedthestrangeronboard.
Edmundthoughthehadneverseenawilder-lookingman.Thoughhedidnototherwiselookveryold,hishairwasanuntidymopofwhite,hisfacewasthinanddrawn,and,forclothing,onlyafewwetragshungabouthim.Butwhatonemainlynoticedwerehiseyes,whichweresowidelyopenedthatheseemedtohavenoeyelidsatall,andstaredasifinanagonyofpurefear.Themomenthisfeetreachedthedeckhesaid:
“Fly!Fly!Aboutwithyourshipandfly!Row,row,rowforyourlivesawayfromthisaccursedshore.”
“Composeyourself,”saidReepicheep,“andtelluswhatthedangeris.Wearenotusedtoflying.”
ThestrangerstartedhorriblyatthevoiceoftheMouse,whichhehadnotnoticedbefore.
“Neverthelessyouwillflyfromhere,”hegasped.“ThisistheIslandwhereDreamscometrue.”
“That’stheislandI’vebeenlookingforthislongtime,”saidoneofthesailors.“IreckonedI’dfindIwasmarriedtoNancyifwelandedhere.”
“AndI’dfindTomaliveagain,”saidanother.
“Fools!”saidtheman,stampinghisfootwithrage.“Thatisthesortoftalkthatbroughtmehere,andI’dbetterhavebeendrownedorneverborn.DoyouhearwhatIsay?Thisiswheredreams-dreams,doyouunderstand,cometolife,comereal.Notdaydreams:dreams.”
Therewasabouthalfaminute’ssilenceandthen,withagreatclatterofarmour,thewholecrewweretumblingdownthemainhatchasquickastheycouldandflingingthemselvesontheoarstorowastheyhadneverrowedbefore;andDrinianwasswingingroundthetiller,andtheboatswainwasgivingoutthequickeststrokethathadeverbeenheardatsea.Forithadtakeneveryonejustthathalfminutetoremembercertaindreamstheyhadhad-dreamsthatmakeyouafraidofgoingtosleepagain-andtorealizewhatitwouldmeantolandonacountrywheredreamscometrue.
OnlyReepicheepremainedunmoved.
“YourMajesty,yourMajesty,”hesaid,“areyougoingtotoleratethismutiny,thispoltroonery?Thisisapanic,thisisarout.”
“Row,row,”bellowedCaspian.“Pullforallourlives.Isherheadright,Drinian?Youcansaywhatyoulike,Reepicheep.Therearesomethingsnomancanface.”
“Itis,then,mygoodfortunenottobeaman,”repliedReepicheepwithaverystiffbow.
Lucyfromupalofthadhearditall.Inaninstantthatoneofherowndreamswhichshehadtriedhardesttoforgetcamebacktoherasvividlyasifshehadonlyjustwokenfromit.Sothatwaswhatwasbehindthem,ontheisland,inthedarkness!ForasecondshewantedtogodowntothedeckandbewithEdmundandCaspian.Butwhatwastheuse?Ifdreamsbegancomingtrue,EdmundandCaspianthemselvesmightturnintosomethinghorriblejustasshereachedthem.Shegrippedtherailofthefightingtopandtriedtosteadyherself.Theywererowingbacktothelightashardastheycould:itwouldbeallrightinafewseconds.Butoh,ifonlyitcouldbeallrightnow!
Thoughtherowingmadeagooddealofnoiseitdidnotquiteconcealthetotalsilencewhichsurroundedtheship.