The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"They're right, Drinian," said Caspian. "Why don't you bring her head round and make
for the western stream?"
"As your Majesty pleases," said Drinian a little shortly. He had had an anxious day with
the weather yesterday, and he didn't like advice from landsmen. But he altered course;
and it turned out afterwards that it was a good thing he did.
By the time they had finished watering, the rain was over and Caspian, with Eustace, the
Pevensies, and Reepicheep, decided to walk up to the top of the hill and see what could
be seen. It was a stiffish climb through coarse grass and heather and they saw neither man
nor beast, except seagulls. When they reached the top they saw that it was a very small
island, not more than twenty acres; and from this height the sea looked larger and more
desolate than it did from the deck, or even the fighting top, of the Dawn Treader.
"Crazy, you know," said Eustace to Lucy in a low voice, looking at the eastern horizon.
"Sailing on and on into that with no idea what we may get to." But he only said it out of
habit, not really nastily as he would have done at one time.
It was too cold to stay long on the ridge for the wind still blew freshly from the north.
"Don't let's go back the same way," said Lucy as they turned; "let's go along a bit and
come down by the other stream, the one Drinian wanted to go to."
Everyone agreed to this and after about fifteen minutes they were at the source of the
second river. It was a more interesting place than they had expected; a deep little
mountain lake, surrounded by cliffs except for a narrow channel on the seaward side out
of which the water flowed. Here at last they were out of the wind, and all sat down in the
heather above the cliff for a rest.
All sat down, but one (it was Edmund) jumped up again very quickly.
"They go in for sharp stones on this island," he said, groping about in the heather. "Where
is the wretched thing? . . . Ah, now I've got it . . . Hullo! It wasn't a stone at all, it's a
sword-hilt. No, by jove, it's a whole sword; what the rust has left of it. It must have lain
here for ages."
"Narnian, too, by the look of it," said Caspian, as they all crowded round.
"I'm sitting on something too," said Lucy. "Something hard." It turned out to be the
remains of a mail-shirt. By this time everyone was on hands and knees, feeling in the
thick heather in every direction. Their search revealed, one by one, a helmet, a dagger,
and a few coins; not Calormen crescents but genuine Narnian "Lions" and "Trees" such
as you might see any day in the market-place of Beaversdam or Beruna.
"Looks as if this might be all that's left of one of our seven lords," said Edmund.