WHATLUCYSAWSUSANawoboyswerebitterlytiredwithrowingbeforetheyrouhelastheadlandahefinalpullupGlasswateritself,andLucysheadachedfromthelonghoursofsunandtheglareoer.EvenTrumpkinlongedforthevoyagetobeover.Theseatonwhichhesattosteerhadbeenmadeformen,notDwarfs,andhisfeetdidhefloor-boards;andeveryoneknowshowunfortablethatisevenfor

    tenminutes.Andastheyallgrewmoretired,theirspiritsfell.UptillnowthechildrenhadohinkingofhowtogettoCaspian.Nowtheywonderedwhattheywoulddowhentheyfoundhim,andhowahandfulofDwarfsandwoodlaurescoulddefeatanarmyofgrown-upHumans.

    TwilightwasingonastheyrowedslowlyupthewindingsofGlasswaterCreek-atwilightwhichdeepehebanksdrewcletherandtheingtreesbeganalmosttomeetoverhead.ItwasveryquietihesoundoftheseadiedawaybehiheycouldevehetrickleofthelittlestreamsthatpoureddownfromtheforestintoGlasswater.

    Theywentashoreatlast,fartootiredtoattemptlightingafire;andevenasupperofapples(thoughmostofthemfeltthattheyneverwaoseeanappleagain)seemedbetterthantryingtocatchorshootanything.Afteralittlesilentmungtheyallhuddleddowherinthemossanddeadleavesbetweenfebeechtrees.

    EveryoneexceptLuttosleepatonce.Lucy,beingfarlesstired,foundithardtogetfortable.Also,shehadfottentillnowthatallDwarfssnore.Shekhatohebestwaysofgettingtosleepistost,sosheopenedhereyes.

    ThroughagapinthebraandbranchesshecouldjustseeapatchofwaterintheCreekandtheskyaboveit.Then,withathrillofmemory,shesawagain,afterallthoseyears,thebrightNarnianstars.Shehadonowterthaarsofourownworld,becauseasaQ