The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

And in they end he began to be afraid of being left behind all on his own and changed his
mind.
At the end of the half-hour they all came trooping back to Aslan's Table and stood at one
end while Drinian and Rhince went and sat down with Caspian and made their report;
and Caspian accepted all the man but that one who'd had changed his mind at the last
moment. His name was Pittencream and he stayed on the Island of the Star all the time
the others were away looking for the World's End, and he very much wished he had gone
with them. He wasn't the sort of man who could enjoy talking to Ramandu and
Ramandu's daughter (nor they to him), and it rained a good deal, and though there was a
wonderful feast on the Table every night, he didn't very much enjoy it. He said it gave
him the creeps sitting there alone (and in the rain as likely as not) with those four Lords
asleep at the end of the Table. And when the others returned he felt so out of things that
he deserted on the voyage home at the Lone Islands, and went and lived in Calormen,
where he told wonderful stories about his adventures at the End of the World, until at last
he came to believe them himself. So you may say, in a sense, that he lived happily ever
after. But he could never bear mice.
That night they all ate and drank together at the great table between the pillars where the
feast was magically renewed: and next morning the Dawn Treader set sail once more just
when the great birds had come and gone again.
"Lady," said Caspian, "I hope to speak with you again when I have broken the
enchantments." And Ramandu's daughter looked at him and smiled.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE WONDERS OF THE LAST SEA
VERY soon after they had left Ramandu's country they began to feel that they had
already sailed beyond the world. All was different. For one thing they all found that they
were needing less sleep. One did not want to go to bed. nor to eat much, nor even to talk
except in low voices. Another thing was the light. There was too much of it. The sun
when it came up each morning looked twice, if not; three times, its usual size. And every
morning (which gave Lucy the strangest feeling of all) the huge white birds, singing their
song with human voices in a language no one knew, streamed overhead and vanished
astern on their way to their breakfast at Aslan's Table. A little later they came flying back
and vanished into the east.
"How beautifully clear the water is!" said Lucy to herself, as she leaned over the port side
early in the afternoon of the second day.