CHAPTER TWELVE THE DARK ISLAND（第2/3页）

“Where are you ？”shouted Caspian．“Come aboard and welcome．”

There came another cry，whether of joy or terror，and then they knew that someone was swimming towards them．

“Stand by to heave him up，men，”said Caspian．

“Aye，aye，your Majesty，”said the sailors．Several crowded to the port bulwark with ropes and one，leaning far out over the side，held the torch．A wild，white face appeared in the blackness of the water，and then，after some scrambling and pulling，a dozen friendly hands had heaved the stranger on board．

Edmund thought he had never seen a wilder-looking man． Though he did not otherwise look very old，his hair was an untidy mop of white，his face was thin and drawn，and，for clothing， only a few wet rags hung about him．But what one mainly noticed were his eyes，which were so widely opened that he seemed to have no eyelids at all，and stared as if in an agony of pure fear． The moment his feet reached the deck he said：

“Fly ！ Fly ！ About with your ship and fly ！ Row，row，row for your lives away from this accursed shore．”

“Compose yourself，”said Reepicheep，“and tell us what the danger is．We are not used to flying．”

The stranger started horribly at the voice of the Mouse，which he had not noticed before．

“Nevertheless you will fly from here，”he gasped．“This is the Island where Dreams come true．”

“That’s the island I’ve been looking for this long time，”said one of the sailors．“I reckoned I’d find I was married to Nancy if we landed here．”

“And I’d find Tom alive again，”said another．

“Fools ！”said the man，stamping his foot with rage．“That is the sort of talk that brought me here，and I’d better have been drowned or never born．Do you hear what I say ？ This is where dreams-dreams，do you understand，come to life，come real． Not daydreams：dreams．”

There was about half a minute’s silence and then，with a great clatter of armour，the whole crew were tumbling down the main hatch as quick as they could and flinging themselves on the oars to row as they had never rowed before；and Drinian was swinging round the tiller，and the boatswain was giving out the quickest stroke that had ever been heard at sea．For it had taken everyone just that halfminute to remember certain dreams they had had-dreams that make you afraid of going to sleep again-and to realize what it would mean to land on a country where dreams come true．

Only Reepicheep remained unmoved．

“Your Majesty，your Majesty，”he said，“are you going to tolerate this mutiny，this poltroonery ？This is a panic，this is a rout．”

“Row，row，”bellowed Caspian．“Pull for all our lives．Is her head right，Drinian ？You can say what you like，Reepicheep． There are some things no man can face．”

“It is，then，my good fortune not to be a man，”replied Reepicheep with a very stiff bow．

Lucy from up aloft had heard it all．In an instant that one of her own dreams which she had tried hardest to forget came back to her as vividly as if she had only just woken from it．So that was what was behind them，on the island，in the darkness！For a second she wanted to go down to the deck and be with Edmund and Caspian．But what was the use ？ If dreams began coming true， Edmund and Caspian themselves might turn into something horrible just as she reached them．She gripped the rail of the fighting top and tried to steady herself．They were rowing back to the light as hard as they could：it would be all right in a few seconds．But oh，if only it could be all right now ！

Though the rowing made a good deal of noise it did not quite conceal the total silence which surrounded the ship．

Everyone knew it would be better not to listen，not to strain his ears for any sound from the darkness．But no one could help listening．And soon everyone was hearing things．Each one heard something different．

“Do you hear a noise like... like a huge pair of scissors opening and shutting... over there ？”Eustace asked Rynelf．

“Hush ！”said Rynelf．“I can hear them crawling up the sides of the ship．”

“It’s just going to settle on the mast，”said Caspian．

“Ugh！”said a sailor．“There are the gongs beginning．I knew they would．”

Caspian，trying not to look at anything(especially not to keep looking behind him)，went aft to Drinian．

“Drinian，”he said in a very low voice．“How long did we take rowing in ？ -I mean rowing to where we picked up．the stranger．”

“Five minutes，perhaps，”whispered Drinian．“Why ？”

“Because we’ve been more than that already trying to get out．”

Drinian’s hand shook on the tiller and a line of cold sweat ran down his face．The same idea was occurring to everyone on board． “We shall never get out，never get’ out，”moaned the rowers．“He’s steering us wrong．We’re going round and round in circles．We shall never get out．”The stranger，who had been lying in a huddled heap on the deck，sat up and burst out into a horrible screaming laugh．

“Never get out ！”he yelled．“That’s it．Of course．We shall never get out．What a fool I was to have thought they would let me go as easily as that．No，no，we shall never get out．”

Lucy leant her head on the edge of the fighting top and whispered，“Aslan，Aslan，if ever you loved us at all，send us help now．”The darkness did not grow any less，but she began to feel a little-a very，very little-better．“After all，nothing has really happened to us yet，”she thought．

“Look ！”cried Rynelf’s voice hoarsely from the bows． There was a tiny speck of light ahead，and while they watched a broad beam of light fell from it upon the ship．It did not alter the surrounding darkness，but the whole ship was lit up as if by searchlight．Caspian blinked，stared round，saw the faces of his companions all with wild，fixed expressions．Everyone was staring in the same direction：behind everyone lay his black， sharply-edged shadow．

Lucy looked along the beam and presently saw something in it． At first it looked like a cross，then it looked like an aeroplane， then it looked like a kite，and at last with a whirring of wings it was right overhead and was an albatross．It circled three times round the mast and then perched for an instant on the crest of the gilded dragon at the prow．It called out in a strong sweet voice what seemed to be words though no one understood them．After that it spread its wings，rose，and began to fly slowly ahead， bearing a little to starboard．Drinian steered after it not doubting that it offered good guidance．But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her，“Courage，dear heart，”and the voice，she felt sure，was Aslan’s，and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face．