The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Slowly, and with several rests, he reached the ridge. Here he had expected to have a view
into the heart of the island, but the clouds had now come lower and nearer and a sea of
fog was rolling to meet him. He sat down and looked back. He was now so high that the
bay looked small beneath him and miles of sea were visible. Then the fog from the
mountains closed in all round him, thick but not cold, and he lay down and turned this
way and that to find the most comfortable position to enjoy himself.
But he didn't enjoy himself, or not for very long. He began, almost for the first time in his
life, to feel lonely. At first this feeling grew very gradually. And then he began to worry
about the time. There was not the slightest sound. Suddenly it occurred to him that he
might have been lying there for hours. Perhaps the others had gone! Perhaps they had let
him wander away on purpose simply in order to leave him behind! He leaped up in a
panic and began the descent.
At first he tried to do it too quickly, slipped on the steep grass, and slid for several feet.
Then he thought this had carried him too far to the left - and as he came up he had seen
precipices on that side. So he clambered up again, as near as he could guess to the place
he had started from, and began the descent afresh, bearing to his right. After that things
seemed to be going better. He went very cautiously, for he could not see more than a yard
ahead, and there was still perfect silence all around him. It is very unpleasant to have to
go cautiously when there is a voice inside you saying all the time, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
For every moment the terrible idea of being left behind grew stronger. If he had
understood Caspian and the Pevensies at all he would have known, of course, that there
was not the least chance of their doing any such thing. But he had persuaded himself that
they were all fiends in human form.
"At last!" said Eustace as he came slithering down a slide of loose stones (scree, they call
it) and found himself on the level. "And now, where are those trees? There is something
dark ahead. Why, I do believe the fog is clearing."
It was. The light increased every moment and made him blink. The fog lifted. He was in
an utterly unknown valley and the sea was nowhere in sight.
CHAPTER SIX
THE ADVENTURES OF EUSTACE
AT that very moment the others were washing hands and faces in the river and generally
getting ready for dinner and a rest. The three best archers had gone up into the hills north
of the bay and returned laden with a pair of wild goats which were now roasting over a
fire. Caspian had ordered a cask of wine ashore, strong wine of Archenland which had to
be mixed with water before you drank it, so there would be plenty for all. The work had