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CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE THREE SLEEPERS（第1页）

CHAPTERTHIRTEEHREESLEEPERS

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THEwindneverfailedbutitgrewgeillatlengththewaveswerelittlemorethaheshipglidedonhourafterhouralmostasiftheyweresailingonalake.AtheysawthatthereroseiionswhiehadeverseeninNarniaandperhaps，asLucythoughtwithamixtureofjoyandfear，nolivingeyehadseenatall.Thosearswerebigandbrightaswerewarm.Mostofthemsleptoalkedfariovertheship'ssidewatgthelumihefoamthrownupbytheirbows.

Onaneveningbeauty，whebehindthemwassodpurpleandwidelyspreadthattheveryskyitselfseemedter，theysightoflaarboardbow.Itcameslowlyhelightbehilookasifthedheadlandsofthisrywereallopresentlytheyweresailingalongitsditseernofthem，blasttheredskyandsharpasifitwascutoutofcardboard，aheycouldseebetterwhatthistrywaslike.Ithadnomountainsbutmalehillswithslopeslikepillows.Anattractivesmellit—whatLucycalled“adim，purplekindofsmell”

，whidsaid（a）wasrot，butsaid，“Iknowwhatyoumean.”

Theysailedonagoodoi，hopingtofindanicedeepharbour，buthadtotthemselvesihawideandshallowbay.ThoughithadseemedcalmoutatseatherewasofcoursesurfbreakingonthesandandtheytheDawnTreaderasfarinastheywouldhaveliked.TheydroppedanchoodwayfromthebeadhadawetandtumblinglandiheLordRhoopremainedonboardtheDawnTreader.Hewishedtoseenomoreislands.Allthetimethattheyremaihistrythesoundofthelongbreakerswasintheirears.

Twomeoguardtheboatandledtheothersinland，butwastoolatefawouldsoongo.ButtherewasogofartofihelevelvalleywhichlayattheheadofthebayshowednoroadortracknofhabitatioringyturfdottedhereahalowbushygrowthwhidandLucytookforheather.Eustace，whowasreallyrathergoodatbotany;saiditwasn't，andherht;butitwassomethihesamekind.

&heyhadgohanabowshotfromtheshore，Driniansaid，“Look!What'sthat?”

aopped.

&heygreattrees?”

said.

&hink，”

saidEustace.

“Itmightbegiants，”

saidEdmundinalowervoice.

&ofindoutisthtivamongthem，”

saidReepicheep，drawinghissatteringoffaheadofeveryoneelse.

“Ithinkit'saruin，”

saidLutheyhadgotagooddealnearer，ahebestsofar.Whattheynoideoblongspaceflaggedwithsmoothstonesandsurroundedbygraypillarsbutunroofed.AoendtablelaidwitharicloththathepavemehersideofitweremanychairsofstonerichlydwithsilkensupooselftherewassetoutsuquetashadneverbeeeveheHighKihiscourtatCairParavel.Therewereturkeysandgeeseaherewereboars'headsandsidesofvenison，therewerepiesshapedlikeshipsunderfullsailoherewereigsandbrightlleamingsalmosandgrapes，pineapplesandpeaegranatesandmelonsaherewereflagonsofgoldandsilverandcurilass;ahefruitandtheardthemlikeapromiseofallhappiness.

“Isay!”

saidLucy.

Theyearerandnearer，allveryquietly.

“Butwherearetheguests?”

askedEustace.

“rovidethat，Sir，”

saidRhince.

“Look!”

saidEdmundsharply.Theywereactuallywithinthepillarsnowandstandi.EveryonelookedwhereEdmundhadpoihechairsty.Attheheadofthetableawoplacesbesideittherewassomething—orpossiblythreesomethings.

“Whatarethose?”

askedLuawhisper.“Itlookslikethreebeaverssittiable.”

“ebird's，”

saidEdmund.

“Itlooksmorelikeahaystae，”

said.

Reepiforedonadthehetable，andranalongit，threadinghiswayasnimblyasadaweenjewelleddpyramidsoffruitand—ivorysalt-cellars.Heranrightuptothemysteriousgraymassattheeoudthehesewillnotfight，Ithink.”

Everyonenowcamedsawthatwhatsatihreechairswasthreemen，thoughhardtillyoulookedclosely.Theirhair，whichwasgray，hadgrowillitalmostcealedtheir，fadtheirbeardshadgrowable，gpouwiningplatesasasbrambles;entwiil，allmixediofhair，theyfleanddowntothefloor.Andfromtheirheadsthehairhuhebacksoftheirchairssothattheywerewhollyhidden.Ihreemenwere;nearlyallhair.

“Dead?”