The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

And soon the green, wooded coast of the island was falling away behind them, and its
little bays and headlands were beginning to look flatter, and the boat was rising and
falling in the gentle swell. The sea began to grow bigger around them and, in the
distance, bluer, but close round the boat it was green and bubbly. Everything smelled salt
and there was no noise except the swishing of water and the clop-clop of water against
the sides and the splash of the oars and the jolting noise of the rowlocks. The sun grew
hot.
It was delightful for Lucy and Susan in the bows, bending over the edge and trying to get
their hands in the sea which they could never quite reach. The bottom, mostly pure, pale
sand but with occasional patches of purple seaweed, could be seen beneath them.
"It's like old times," said Lucy. "Do you remember our voyage to Terebinthia - and
Galma - and Seven Isles - and the Lone Islands?"
"Yes," said Susan, "and our great ship the Splendour Hyaline, with the swan's head at her
prow and the carved swan's wings coming back almost to her waist?"
"And the silken sails, and the great stern lanterns?"
"And the feasts on the poop and the musicians."
"Do you remember when we had the musicians up in the rigging playing flutes so that it
sounded like music out of the sky?"
Presently Susan took over Edmund's oar and he came forward to join Lucy. They had
passed the island now and stood closer in to the shore - all wooded and deserted. They
would have thought it very pretty if they had not remembered the time when it was open
and breezy and full of merry friends.
"Phew! This is pretty gruelling work," said Peter. "Can't I row for a bit?" said Lucy. "The
oars are too big for you," said Peter shortly, not because he was cross but because he had
no strength to spare for talking.
CHAPTER 9
WHAT LUCY SAW
SUSAN and the two boys were bitterly tired with rowing before they rounded the last
headland and began the final pull up Glasswater itself, and Lucy's head ached from the
long hours of sun and the glare on the water. Even Trumpkin longed for the voyage to be
over. The seat on which he sat to steer had been made for men, not Dwarfs, and his feet
did not reach the floor-boards; and everyone knows how uncomfortable that is even for