《THE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER》第42章

they　passed　on　above　it　and　presently　the　pale　streak　was　joined　by　another pale　streak。
〃if　i　was　down　there；〃　thought　lucy；　〃that　streak　would　be　just　like　a　road through　the　wood。　and　that　place　where　it　joins　the　other　would　be　a　crossroads。　oh；　i do　wish　i　was。
hallo！　the　forest　is　ing　to　an　end。　and　i　do　believe　the　streak　really was　a　road！　i　can　still　see　it　going　on　across　the　open　sand。　its　a　different　colour。　and its　marked　out　with　something　at　the　edges　…　dotted　lines。　perhaps　they　are　stones。　and　now its　getting　wider。”
but　it　was　not　really　getting　wider；　it　was　getting　nearer。　she　realized this　because　of　the　way　in　which　the　shadow　of　the　ship　came　rushing　up　towards　her。　and　the road　she　felt　sure　it　was　a　road　now　…　began　to　go　in　zigzags。　obviously　it　was　climbing up　a　steep　hill。
and　when　she　held　her　head　sideways　and　looked　back；　what　she　saw　was　very like　what　you　see　when　you　look　down　a　winding　road　from　the　top　of　a　hill。　she　could even　see　the　shafts　of　sunlight　falling　through　the　deep　water　on　to　the　wooded valley　…　and；　in　the
extreme　distance；　everything　melting　away　into　a　dim　greenness。　but　some places　…　the　sunny　ones；　she　thought　…　were　ultramarine　blue。
she　could　not；　however；　spend　much　time　looking　back；　what　was　ing　into view　in　the　forward　direction　was　too　exciting。　the　road　had　apparently　now　reached the　top　of　the　hill　and　ran　straight　forward。　little　specks　were　moving　to　and　fro　on it。　and　now　something　most　wonderful；　fortunately　in　full　sunlight　…　or　as　full　as　it can　be　when　it　falls　through　fathoms　of　water　…　flashed　into　sight。　it　was　knobbly　and jagged　and　of　a　pearly；　or　perhaps　an　ivory；　colour。　she　was　so　nearly　straight　above　it that　at　first　she　could　hardly　make　out　what　it　was。　but　everything　became　plain　when　she noticed　its　shadow。　the　sunlight　was　falling　across　lucys　shoulders；　so　the　shadow　of the　thing　lay　stretched　out　on　the　sand　behind　it。　and　by　its　shape　she　saw　clearly　that it　was　a　shadow　of　towers　and　pinnacles；　minarets　and　domes。
〃why！　…　its　a　city　or　a　huge　castle；〃　said　lucy　to　herself　〃but　i　wonder why　theyve　built　it　on　top　of　a　high　mountain？”
long　afterwards　when　she　was　back　in　england　and　talked　all　these adventures　over　with　edmund；　they　thought　of　a　reason　and　i　am　pretty　sure　it　is　the　true　one。 in　the　sea；　the　deeper　you　go；　the　darker　and　colder　it　gets；　and　it　is　down　there；　in　the dark　and　cold；　that　dangerous　things　live　…　the　squid　and　the　sea　serpent　and　the　kraken。 the　valleys　are　the　wild；　unfriendly　places。　the　sea…people　feel　about　their　valleys　as　we do　about　mountains；　and　feel　about　their　mountains　as　we　feel　about　valleys。　it　is on　the　heights　（or；　as　we　would　say；　〃in　the　shallows〃）　that　there　is　warmth　and　peace。 the　reckless　hunters　and　brave　knights　of　the　sea　go　down　into　the　depths　on　quests　and adventures；　but　return　home　to　the　heights　for　rest　and　peace；　courtesy　and　council； the　sports；　the　dances　and　the　songs。
they　had　passed　the　city　and　the　sea…bed　was　still　rising。　it　was　only　a few　hundred　feet　below　the　ship　now。　the　road　had　disappeared。　they　were　sailing　above　an open　park…like　country；　dotted　with　little　groves　of　brightlycoloured　vegetation。　and then　…　lucy　nearly　squealed　aloud　with　excitement…she　had　seen　people。
there　were　between　fifteen　and　twenty　of　them；　and　all　mounted　on　sea…　horses　…　not　the　tiny　little　sea…horses　which　you　may　have　seen　in　museums　but　horses　rather bigger　than　themselves。　they　must　be　noble　and　lordly　people；　lucy　thought；　for　she could　catch　the　gleam　of　gold　on　some　of　their　foreheads　and　streamers　of　emerald…　or orange…coloured　stuff　fluttered　from　their　shoulders　in　the　current。　then： 〃oh；　bother　these　fish！〃　said　lucy；　for　a　whole　shoal　of　small　fat　fish； swimming　quite　close　to　the　surface；　had　e　between　her　and　the　sea　people。　but　though this　spoiled　her　view　it　led　to　the　most　interesting　thing　of　all。
suddenly　a　fierce　little　fish　of　a　kind　she　had　never　seen　before　came darting　up　from　below；　snapped；　grabbed；　and　sank　rapidly　with　one　of　the　fat　fish　in　its mouth。　and　all　the　sea　people　were　sitting　on　their　horses　staring　up　at　what　had happened。　they　seemed
to　be　talking　and　laughing。　and　before　the　hunting　fish　had　got　back　to them　with　its　prey；　another　of　the　same　kind　came　up　from　the　sea　people。　and　lucy　was almost　certain　that　one　big　sea　man　who　sat　on　his　sea…horse　in　the　middle　of　the party　had　sent　it　or　released　it；　as　if　he　had　been　holdng　it　back　till　then　in　his　hand or　on　his　wrist。
〃why；　i　do　declare；〃　said　lucy；　〃its　a　hunting　party。　or　more　like　a hawking　party。　yes；　thats　it。　they　ride　out　with　these　little　fierce　fish　on　their　wrists　just as　we　used　to　ride　out　with　falcons　on　our　wrists　when　we　were　kings　and　queens　at　cair paravel　long　ago。
and　then　they　fly　them　…　or　i　suppose　i　should　say　swim　them　…　at　the others。”
she　stopped　suddenly　because　the　scene　was　changing。　the　sea　people　had noticed　the　dawn　treader。　the　shoal　of　fish　hard　scattered　in　every　direction：　the people　themselves　were　ing　up　to　find　out　the　meaning　of　this　big；　black　thing　which　had e　between　them　and　the　sun。　and　now　they　were　so　close　to　the　surface　that　if　they had　been　in　air；　instead　of　water；　lucy　could　have　spoken　to　them。　there　were　men　and　women both。　all　wore　coronets　of　some　kind　and　many　had　chains　of　pearls。　they　wore　no other　clothes。
their　bodies　were　the　colour　of　old　ivory；　their　hair　dark　purple。　the　king in　the　centre　（no　one　could　mistake　him　for　anything　but　the　king）　looked　proudly　and fiercely　into　lucys　face　and　shook　a　spear　in　his　hand。　his　knights　did　the　same。　the faces　of　the　ladies　were　filled　with　astonishment。　lucy　felt　sure　they　had　never　seen　a ship　or　a　human　before　…　and　how　should　they；　in　seas　beyond　the　worlds　end　where　no ship　ever　came？
〃what　are　you　staring　at；　lu？〃　said　a　voice　close　beside　her。
lucy　had　been　so　absorbed　in　what　she　was　seeing　that　she　started　at　the sound；　and　when　she　turned　she　found　that　her　arm　had　gone　〃dead〃　from　leaning　so　long　on the　rail　in　one　position。　drinian　and　edmund　wer