The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"It is set here by his bidding," said the girl, "for those who come so far. Some call this
island the World's End, for though you can sail further, this is the beginning of the end."
"But how does the food keep?" asked the practical Eustace. ?
"It is eaten, and renewed every day," said the girl. "This you will see."
"And what are we to do about the Sleepers?" asked Caspian. "In the world from which
my friends come" (here, he nodded at Eustace and the Pevensies) "they have a story of a
prince or a king coming to a castle where all the people lay in an enchanted sleep. In that
story he could not dissolve the enchantment until he had kissed the Princess."
"But here," said the girl, "it is different. Here he cannot kiss the Princess till he has
dissolved the enchantment."
"Then," said Caspian, "in the name of Aslan, show me how to set about that work at
once."
"My father will teach you that," said the girl.
"Your father!" said everyone. "Who is he? And where?"
"Look," said the girl, turning round and pointing at the door in the hillside. They could
see it more easily now, for while they had been talking the stars had grown fainter and
great gaps of white light were appearing in the greyness of the eastern sky.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE WORLD
Slowly the door opened again and out there came a figure as tall and straight as the girl's
but not so slender. It carried no light but light seemed to come from it. As it came nearer,
Lucy saw that it was like an old man. His silver beard came down to his bare feet in front
and his saver hair hung down to his heels behind and his robe appeared to be made from
the fleece of silver sheep. He looked so mild and grave that once more all the travellers
rose to their feet and stood in silence.
But the old man came on without speaking to the travellers and stood on the other side of
the table opposite to his daughter. Then both of them held up their arms before them and
turned to face the east. In that position the began to sing. I wish I could write down the
song, but one who was present could remember it. Lucy said afterwards that it was high,
almost shrill, but very beautiful, cold kind of song, an early morning kind of song. And
they sang, the grey clouds lifted from the eastern sky a the white patches 'grew bigger and