CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE THREE SLEEPERS（第1页）
CHAPTERTHIRTEEHREESLEEPERS
THEwindneverfailedbutitgrewgeillatlengththewaveswerelittlemorethaheshipglidedonhourafterhouralmostasiftheyweresailingonalake。AtheysawthatthereroseiionswhiehadeverseeninNarniaandperhaps，asLucythoughtwithamixtureofjoyandfear，nolivingeyehadseenatall。Thosearswerebigandbrightaswerewarm。Mostofthemsleptoalkedfariovertheship'ssidewatgthelumihefoamthrownupbytheirbows。
Onaneveningbeauty，whebehindthemwassodpurpleandwidelyspreadthattheveryskyitselfseemedter，theysightoflaarboardbow。Itcameslowlyhelightbehilookasifthedheadlandsofthisrywereallopresentlytheyweresailingalongitsditseernofthem，blasttheredskyandsharpasifitwascutoutofcardboard，aheycouldseebetterwhatthistrywaslike。Ithadnomountainsbutmalehillswithslopeslikepillows。Anattractivesmellit—whatLucycalled“adim，purplekindofsmell”，whidsaid（a）wasrot，butsaid，“Iknowwhatyoumean。”
Theysailedonagoodoi，hopingtofindanicedeepharbour，buthadtotthemselvesihawideandshallowbay。ThoughithadseemedcalmoutatseatherewasofcoursesurfbreakingonthesandandtheytheDawnTreaderasfarinastheywouldhaveliked。TheydroppedanchoodwayfromthebeadhadawetandtumblinglandiheLordRhoopremainedonboardtheDawnTreader。Hewishedtoseenomoreislands。Allthetimethattheyremaihistrythesoundofthelongbreakerswasintheirears。
Twomeoguardtheboatandledtheothersinland，butwastoolatefawouldsoongo。ButtherewasogofartofihelevelvalleywhichlayattheheadofthebayshowednoroadortracknofhabitatioringyturfdottedhereahalowbushygrowthwhidandLucytookforheather。Eustace，whowasreallyrathergoodatbotany;saiditwasn't，andherht;butitwassomethihesamekind。
&heyhadgohanabowshotfromtheshore，Driniansaid，“Look!What'sthat?”aopped。
&heygreattrees?”said。
&hink，”saidEustace。
“Itmightbegiants，”saidEdmundinalowervoice。
&ofindoutisthtivamongthem，”saidReepicheep，drawinghissatteringoffaheadofeveryoneelse。
“Ithinkit'saruin，”saidLutheyhadgotagooddealnearer，ahebestsofar。Whattheynoideoblongspaceflaggedwithsmoothstonesandsurroundedbygraypillarsbutunroofed。AoendtablelaidwitharicloththathepavemehersideofitweremanychairsofstonerichlydwithsilkensupooselftherewassetoutsuquetashadneverbeeeveheHighKihiscourtatCairParavel。Therewereturkeysandgeeseaherewereboars'headsandsidesofvenison，therewerepiesshapedlikeshipsunderfullsailoherewereigsandbrightlleamingsalmosandgrapes，pineapplesandpeaegranatesandmelonsaherewereflagonsofgoldandsilverandcurilass;ahefruitandtheardthemlikeapromiseofallhappiness。
“Isay!”saidLucy。
Theyearerandnearer，allveryquietly。
“Butwherearetheguests?”askedEustace。
“rovidethat，Sir，”saidRhince。
“Look!”saidEdmundsharply。Theywereactuallywithinthepillarsnowandstandi。EveryonelookedwhereEdmundhadpoihechairsty。Attheheadofthetableawoplacesbesideittherewassomething—orpossiblythreesomethings。
“Whatarethose?”askedLuawhisper。“Itlookslikethreebeaverssittiable。”
“ebird's，”saidEdmund。
“Itlooksmorelikeahaystae，”said。
Reepiforedonadthehetable，andranalongit，threadinghiswayasnimblyasadaweenjewelleddpyramidsoffruitand—ivorysalt-cellars。Heranrightuptothemysteriousgraymassattheeoudthehesewillnotfight，Ithink。”
Everyonenowcamedsawthatwhatsatihreechairswasthreemen，thoughhardtillyoulookedclosely。Theirhair，whichwasgray，hadgrowillitalmostcealedtheir，fadtheirbeardshadgrowable，gpouwiningplatesasasbrambles;entwiil，allmixediofhair，theyfleanddowntothefloor。Andfromtheirheadsthehairhuhebacksoftheirchairssothattheywerewhollyhidden。Ihreemenwere;nearlyallhair。
“Dead?”said。
“Ithinknot，Sire，”saidReepicheep，liftiheirhandsoutofitstangleofhairinhistwopaws。“Thisoneisulsebeats。”
“Thisooo，andthis，”saidDrinian。
“Why，they'reonlyasleep，”saidEustace。
“It'sbeenalohough，”saidEdmuheirhairgrowlikethis。”