CHAPTER SEVEN
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HOW THE ADVENTURE ENDED"LOOK at what?" said Edmund.
"Look at the devi the gold," said Caspian.
"A little hammer with a diamond above it like a star," said Drinian. "Why, Ive seen that before.”
"Seen it!" said Caspian. "Why, of course you have. It is the sign of a great Narnian house.
This is the Lord Octesians arm-ring.”
"Villain," said Reepicheep to the dragon, "have you devoured a Narnian lord?" But the dragon shook his head violently.
"Or perhaps," said Lucy, "this is the Lord Octesian, turned into a dragon - under an entment, you know.”
"It be either," said Edmund. "All dragons collect gold. But I think its a safe guess that Octesian got no further than this island.”
"Are you the Lord Octesian?"..; said Lucy to the dragon, and then, when it sadly shook its head, "Are you someone ented - someone human, I mean?”
It nodded violently.
And then someone said - people disputed afterwards whether Lucy or Edmund said it first - "Youre not - ace by any ce?”
Aaodded his terrible dragon head and thumped his tail in the sea and everyone skipped back (some of the sailors with ejaculations I will not put down in writing) to avoid the enormous and boiling tears which flowed from his eyes.
Lucy tried hard to sole him and even screwed up her ce to kiss the scaly face, and nearly everyone said "Hard luck" and several assured Eustace that they would all stand by him and many said there was sure to be some way of disenting him and theyd have him as right as rain in a day or two. And of course they were all very anxious to hear his story, but he couldnt speak. More than on the days that followed he attempted to write it for them on the sand. But, this never succeeded. In the first place Eustaever havihe right books) had no idea how to tell a story straight. And for ahing, the muscles and nerves of the dragon-claws that he had to use had never learo write and were not built for writing anyway. As a result he never got nearly to the end before the tide came in and washed away all the writing except the bits he had already trodden on or actaly swished out with his tail. And all that anyone had seen would be something like this - the dots are for the bits he had smudged out I WO SL EE . . . RGOS AGRONS I MEAN DRANGONS
CAVE CAUSE IT-WAS DEAD AND AWING SO HAR . . . WOKE UP AND COU . . .
GET OFFF MI ARM OH BOTHER . . .
It was, however, clear to everyohat Eustaces character had been rather improved by being a dragon. He was anxious to help. He flew over the whole island and found it was all mountainous and inhabited only by wild goats and droves of wild swine. Of these he brought back many carcasses as provisions for the ship. He was a very humane killer too, for he could dispatch a beast with one blow of his tail so that it didnt knoresumably still doesnt know) it had been killed. He ate a few himself, of course, but always alone, for now that he was a dragon he liked his food raw but he could never bear to let others see him at his messy meals. And one day, flying slowly and wearily but iriumph, he bore bap a great tall piree which he had torn up by the roots in a distant valley and which could be made into a capital mast. And in the evening if it turned chilly, as it sometimes did after the heavy rains, he was a fort to everyone, for the whole party would e and sit with their backs against his hot sides a well warmed and dried; and one puff of his fiery breath would light the most obstinate fire.
Sometimes he would take a select party for a fly on his back, so that they could see wheeling below them the green slopes, the rocky heights, the narrow pit- like valleys and far out over the sea to the eastward a spot of darker blue on the blue horizon which might be land.
The pleasure (quite o him) of being liked and, still more, of liking other people, was what kept Eustace from despair. For it was very dreary being a dragon. He shuddered whenever he caught sight of his own refle as he flew over a mountain lake. He hated the huge batlike wings, the saw-edged ridge on his back, and the cruel, curved claws. He was almost afraid to be aloh himself a he was ashamed to be with the others.
On the evenings when he was not being used as a hot-water bottle he would slink away from the camp and lie curled up like a sween the wood and the water. On such occasions, greatly to his surprise, Reepicheep was his most stant forter. The noble Mouse would creep away from the merry circle at the camp fire and sit down by the dragons head, well to the windward to be out of the way of his smoky breath. There he would explain that what had happeo Eustace was a striking illustration of the turn of Fortunes wheel, and that if he had Eustace at his own house in Narnia (it was really a hole not a house and the dragons head, let alone his body, would not have fitted in) he could show him more than a hundred examples of emperors, kings, dukes, knights, poets, lovers, astronomers, philosophers, and magis, who had fallen from prosperity into the most distressing circumstances, and of whom many had recovered and lived happily ever afterwards. It did not, perhaps, seem so very f at the time, but it was kindly meant aaever fot it.
But of course what hung over everyone like a cloud was the problem of what to do with their dragohey were ready to sail. They tried not to talk of it when he was there, but he couldnt help overhearing things like, "Would he fit all along on..e side of the deck?
And wed have to shift all the stores to the other side down below so as to balance," or, "Would towing him be any good?" or "Would he be able to keep up by flying?" and (most often of all), "But how are we to feed him?" And poor Eustace realized more and
more that sihe first day he came on board he had been an unmitigated nuisand that he was now a greater nuisaill. And this ate into his mind, just as that bracelet ate into his f. He khat it only made it worse to tear at it with his great teeth, but he couldearing now and then, especially on hot nights.
About six days after they had landed on Island, Edmund happeo wake up very early one m. It was just getting grey so that you could see the tree-trunks if they were between you and the bay but not iher dire. As he woke he thought he heard something moving, so he raised himself on one elbow and looked about him: and presently he thought he saw a dark figure moving on the seaward side of the wood.
The idea that at once occurred to his mind was, "Are we so sure there are no natives on this island after all?" Thehought it was Caspian - it was about the right size - but he khat Caspian had been sleepio him and could see that he hadnt moved.
Edmund made sure that his sword was in its plad then rose to iigate.
He came down softly to the edge of the wood and the dark figure was still there. He saw now that it was too small for Caspian and too big for Lucy. It did not run awa<bdi></bdi>y. Edmund drew his sword and was about to challehe stranger wheranger said in a low voice, "Is that you, Edmund?”
"Yes. Who are you?" said he.
"Dont you know me?" said the other. "Its me Eustace.”
"By jove," said Edmund, "so it is. My dear chap -”
"Hush," said Eustad lurched as if he were going to fall.
"Hello!" said Edmund, steadying him. "Whats up? Are you ill?”
Eustace was silent for so long that Edmund thought he was fainting; but at last he said, "Its been ghastly. You dont know . . . but its all right now. Could we go and talk somewhere? I dont want to meet the others just yet.”
"Yes, rather, anywhere you like," said Edmund. "We go and sit on the rocks over there. I say, I am glad to see you - er - looking yourself again. You must have had a pretty beastly time.”
They went to the rocks and sat down looking out across the bay while the sky got paler and paler and the stars disappeared except for one very bright one low down ahe horizon.
"I wont tell you how I became a - a dragon till I tell the others and get it all over,”
said Eustace. "By the way, I didnt even know it was a dragon till I heard you all using the word when I turned up here the other m. I want to tell you how I stopped being one.”
"Fire ahead," said Edmund.
"Well, last night I was more miserable than ever. And that beastly arm-ring was hurting like anything-”
"Is that all right now?”
Eustace laughed - a different laugh from any Edmund had heard him give before - and slipped the bracelet easily off his arm. "There it is," he said, "and anyone who likes have it as far as Im ed. Well, as I say, I was lying awake and w what oh would bee of me. And then - but, mind you, it may have been all a dream. I dont know.”
"Go on," said Edmund, with siderable patience.
"Well, anyway, I looked up and saw the very last thing I expected: a huge lion ing slowly towards me. And one queer thing was that there was no moon last night, but there was moonlight where the lion was. So it came nearer and nearer. I was terribly afraid of it. You may think that, being a dragon, I could have knocked any lion out easily enough.
But it wasnt that kind of fear. I wasnt afraid of it eating me, I was just afraid of it - if you uand. Well, it came close up to me and looked straight into my eyes. And I shut my eyes tight. But that wasnt any good because it told me to follow it.”
"You mean it spoke?”
"I dont know. Now that you mention it, I dont think it did. But it told me all the same.
And I knew Id have to do what it told me, so I got up and followed it. And it led me a long way into the mountains. And there was always this moonlight over and round the lion wherever we went. So at last we came to the top of a mountain Id never seen before and oop of this mountain there was a garden - trees and fruit and everything. In the middle of it there was a well.
"I k was a well because you could see the water bubbling up from the bottom of it: but it was a lot bigger than most wells - like a very big, round bath with marble steps going down into it. The water was as clear as anything and I thought if I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my leg. But the lion told me I must undress first.
Mind you, I dont know if he said any words out loud or not.
"I was just going to say that I couldnt undress because I hadnt any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes cast their skins.
Oh, of course, thought I, thats what the lion means. So I started scratg myself and my scales began ing off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales ing off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just
stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.
"But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, thats all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underh the first one, and Ill have to get out of it too. So 1 scratched and tain and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped a it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.
"Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself ier I k had been no good.
"Then the lion said - but I dont know if it spoke - "You will have to let me undress you.”
I was afraid of his claws, I tell you, but I retty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
"The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had ght into my heart.
And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything Ive ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.
You know - if youve ever picked the scab off a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it ing away.”
"I kly what you mean," said Edmund.
"Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off - just as I thought Id do myself the other three times, only they hadnt hurt - and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking thahers had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switd smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me - I didnt like that much for I was very tender underh now that Id no skin on - and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. Id turned into a boy again.
Youd think me s<dfn>?９9lｉｂ?</dfn>imply phoney if I told you how I felt about my own arms. I know theyve no muscle and are pretty mouldy pared with Caspians, but I was so glad to see them.
"After a bit the lion took me out and dressed me -”
"Dressed you. With his paws?”
"Well, I doly remember that bit. But he did somehow or other: in new clothes - the same Ive got on now, as a matter of fact. And then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have been a dream.”
"No. It wasnt a dream," said Edmund.
"Why not?”
"Well, there are the clothes, for ohing. And you have been - well, un- dragoned, for another.”
"What do you think it was, then?" asked Eustace.
"I think youve seen Aslan," said Edmund.
"Aslan!" said Eustace. "Ive heard that name mentioned several times since we joihe Dawn Treader. And I felt - I dont know what - I hated it. But I was hating everything then. And by the way, Id like to apologize. Im afraid Ive beey beastly.”
"Thats all right," said Edmund. "Between ourselves, you havent been as bad as I was on my first trip to Narnia. You were only an ass, but I was a traitor.”
"Well, dont tell me about it, then," said Eustace. "But who is Aslan? Do you know him?”
"Well - he knows me," said Edmund. "He is the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea, who saved me and saved Narnia. Weve all seen him. Lucy sees him most often. And it may be Aslans try we are sailing to.”
her said anything for a while. The last bright star had vanished and though they could not see the sunrise because of the mountains on their right, they k was going on because the sky above them and the bay before them turhe colour of roses. Then some bird of the parrot kind screamed in the wood behind them, they heard movements among the trees, and finally a blast on Caspians horn. The camp was astir.
Great was the rejoig when Edmund and the restored Eustace walked into the breakfast circle round the camp fire. And now of course everyone heard the earlier part of his story.
People wondered whether the other dragon had killed the Lord Octesian several years ago or whether Octesian himself had been the old dragon. The jewels with which Eustace had crammed his pockets in the cave had disappeared along with the clothes he had then been wearing: but no one, least of all Eustace himself, felt any desire to go back to that valley for more treasure.
In a few days now the Dawn Treader, remasted, re-painted, and well stored, was ready to sail. Before they embarked Caspian caused to be cut on a smooth cliff fag the bay the words: Two narrow escapes
DRAGON ISLAND DISCOVERED BY CASPIAN X, KING OF NARNIA, ET THE FOURTH YEAR OF HIS REIGN. HERE, AS WE SUPPOSE, THE LORD OCTESIAN HAD HIS DEATH It would be nice, and fairly true, to say that "from that time forth Eustace was a different boy". To be strictly accurate, he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.
The Lord Octesians arm ring had a curious fate. Eustace did not want it and offered it to Caspian and Caspian offered it to Lucy. She did not care about having it. "Very well, then, catch as catch ," said Caspian and flung it up in the air. This was when they were all standing looking at the inscription. Up went the ring, flashing in the sunlight, and caught, and hung, as ly as a well-thrown quoit, on a little proje on the roo one could climb up to get it from below and no one could climb down to get it from above. And there, for all I know, it is hanging still and may hang till that world ends.
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