CHAPTER ONE THE PICTURE IN THE BEDROOM（第2/3页）

What they were seeing may be hard to believe when you read it in print，but it was almost as hard to believe when you saw it happening．The things in the picture were moving．It didn’t look at all like a cinema either；the colours were too real and clean and　out-of-doors for that．Down went the prow of the ship into the wave and up went a great shock of spray．And then up went the wave behind her，and her stern and her deck became visible for the first time，and then disappeared as the next wave came to meet her and her bows went up again．At the same moment an exercise book which had been lying beside Edmund on the bed flapped，rose and sailed through the air to the wall behind him，and Lucy felt all her hair whipping round her face as it does on a windy day. And this was a windy day；but the wind was blowing out of the picture towards them．And suddenly with the wind came the noises—the swishing of waves and the slap of water against the ship’s sides and the creaking and the over—all high steady roar of air and water. But it was the smell，the wild，briny smell，which really convinced Lucy that she was not dreaming．

“Stop it，”came Eustace’s voice，squeaky with fright and bad temper．“It’s some silly trick you two are playing．Stop it．I’ll tell Alberta—Ow ！”

The other two were much more accustomed to adventures， but，just exactly as Eustace Clarence said“Ow，”they both said“Ow”too．The reason was that a great cold，salt splash had broken right out of the frame and they were breathless from the smack of it，besides being wet through．

“I’ll smash the rotten thing，”cried Eustace；and then several things happened at the same time．Eustace rushed towards the picture．Edmund，who knew something about magic，sprang after him，warning him to look out and not to be a fool．Lucy grabbed at him from the other side and was dragged forward．And by this time either they had grown much smaller or the picture had grown bigger．Eustace jumped to try to pull it off the wall and found himself standing on the frame；in front of him was not glass but real sea，and wind and waves rushing up to the frame as they might to a rock．He lost his head and clutched at the other two who had jumped up beside him．There was a second of struggling and shouting，and just as they thought they had got their balance a great blue roller surged up round them，swept them off their feet，and drew them down into the sea．Eustace’s despairing cry suddenly ended as the water got into his mouth．

Lucy thanked her stars that she had worked hard at her swimming last summer term．It is true that she would have got on much better if she had used a slower stroke，and also that the water felt a great deal colder than it had looked while it was only a picture. Still，she kept her head and kicked her shoes off，as everyone ought to do who falls into deep water in their clothes．She even kept her mouth shut and her eyes open．They were still quite near the ship；she saw its green side towering high above them，and people looking at her from the deck．Then，as one might have expected， Eustace clutched at her in a panic and down they both went．

When they came up again she saw a white figure diving off the ship’s side．Edmund was close beside her now，treading water， and had caught the arms of the howling Eustace．Then someone else，whose face was vaguely familiar，slipped an arm under her from the other side．There was a lot of shouting going on from the　ship，heads crowding together above the bulwarks，ropes being thrown．Edmund and the stranger were fastening ropes round her. After that followed what seemed a very long delay during which her face got blue and her teeth began chattering．In reality the delay was not very long；they were waiting till the moment when she could be got on board the ship without being dashed against its side. Even with all their best endeavours she had a bruised knee when she finally stood，dripping and shivering，on the deck．After her Edmund was heaved up，and then the miserable Eustace．Last of all came the stranger-a golden-headed boy some years older than herself.

“Ca—Ca—Caspian ！”gasped Lucy as soon as she had breath enough．For Caspian it was；Caspian，the boy king of Narnia whom they had helped to set on the throne during their last visit． Immediately Edmund recognized him too．All three shook hands and clapped one another on the back with great delight．

“But who is your friend ？”said Caspian almost at once， turning to Eustace with his cheerful smile．But Eustace was crying much harder than any boy of his age has a right to cry when nothing worse than a wetting has happened to him，and would only yell out，“Let me go．Let me go back．I don’t like it．”

“Let you go ？”said Caspian．“But where ？”

Eustace rushed to the ship’s side，as if he expected to see the picture frame hanging above the sea，and perhaps a glimpse of Lucy’s bedroom．What he saw was blue waves flecked with foam，and paler blue sky，both spreading without a break to the horizon．Perhaps we can hardly blame him if his heart sank．He was promptly sick．

“Hey ！Rynelf，”said Caspian to one of the sailors．“Bring spiced wine for their Majesties．You’ll need something to warm you after that dip．”He called Edmund and Lucy their Majesties because they and Peter and Susan had all been Kings and Queens of Narnia long before his time．Narnian time flows differently from ours．If you spent a hundred years in Narnia，you would still come back to our world at the very same hour of the very same day on which you left．And then，if you went back to Narnia after spending a week here，you might find that a thousand Narnian years had passed，or only a day，or no time at all．You never know till you get there．Consequently，when the Pevensie children had returned to Narnia last time for their second visit，it was(for the Narnians)as if King Arthur came back to Britain，as some people say he will．And I say the sooner the better．

Rynelf returned with the spiced wine steaming in a flagon and four silver cups．It was just what one wanted，and as Lucy and Edmund sipped it they could feel the warmth going right down to their toes．But Eustace made faces and spluttered and spat it out and was sick again and began to cry again and asked if they hadn’t any Plumptree’s Vitaminized Nerve Food and could it be made with distilled water and anyway he insisted on being put ashore at the next station．

“This is a merry shipmate you’ve brought us，Brother，” whispered Caspian to Edmund with a chuckle；but before he could say anything more Eustace burst out again．

“Oh ！Ugh ！What on earth’s that ！Take it away，the horrid thing．”

He really had some excuse this time for feeling a little surprised．Something very curious indeed had come out of the cabin in the poop and was slowly approaching them．You might call it—and indeed it was—a Mouse．But then it was a Mouse on its hind legs and stood about two feet high．A thin band of gold passed round its head under one ear and over the other and in this was stuck a long crimson feather．(As the Mouse’s fur was very dark，almost black，the effect was bold and striking．)Its left paw rested on the hilt of a sword very nearly as long as its tail ．Its balance，as it paced gravely along the swaying deck，was perfect，and its manners courtly．Lucy and Edmund recognized it at once—Reepicheep，the most valiant of all the Talking Beasts of Narnia，and the Chief Mouse．It had won undying glory in the second Battle of Beruna．Lucy longed，as she had always done， to take Reepicheep up in her arms and cuddle him．But this，as she well knew，was a pleasure she could never have：it would have offended him deeply．Instead，she went down on one knee to talk to him．