The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

yet I am always half ashamed that I stayed behind. But I wish your Majesty wouldn't go.
We may need your help here. This closing the slave market might make a new world; war
with Calormen is what I foresee. My liege, think again."
"I have an oath, my lord Duke," said Caspian. "And anyway, what could I say to
Reepicheep?"
CHAPTER FIVE
THE STORM AND WHAT CAME OF IT
IT was nearly three weeks after their landing that the Dawn Treader was towed out of
Narrowhaven harbour. Very solemn farewells had been spoken and a great crowd had
assembled to see her departure. There had been cheers, and tears too, when Caspian made
his last speech to the Lone Islanders and parted from the Duke and his family, but as the
ship, her purple sail still flapping idly, drew further from the shore, and the sound of
Caspian's trumpet from the poop came fainter across the water, everyone became silent.
Then she came into the wind. The sail swelled out, the tug cast off and began rowing
back, the first real wave ran up under the Dawn Treader's prow, and she was a live ship
again. The men off duty went below, Drinian took the first watch on the poop, and she
turned her head eastward round the south of Avra.
The next few days were delightful. Lucy thought she was the most fortunate girl in the
world; as she woke each morning to see the reflections of the sunlit water dancing on the
ceiling of her cabin and looked round on all the nice new things she had got in the Lone
Islands - seaboots and buskins and cloaks and jerkins and scarves. And then she would go
on deck and take a look from the forecastle at a sea which was a brighter blue each
morning and drink in an air that was a little warmer day by day. After that came breakfast
and such an appetite as one only has at sea.
She spent a good deal of time sitting on the little bench in the stern playing chess with
Reepicheep. It was amusing to see him lifting the pieces, which were far too big for him,
with both paws and standing on tiptoes if he made a move near the centre of the board.
He was a good player and when he remembered what he was doing he usually won. But
every now and then Lucy won because the Mouse did something quite ridiculous like
sending a knight into the danger of a queen and castle combined. This happened because
he had momentarily forgotten it was a game of chess and was thinking of a real battle and
making the knight do what he would certainly have done in its place. For his mind was
full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.
But this pleasant time did not last. There came an evening when Lucy, gazing idly astern
at the long furrow or wake they were leaving behind them, saw a great rack of clouds
building itself up in the west with amazing speed.