About nine that morning， very suddenly， it was so close that they could see that it was not land at all， nor even， in an ordinary sense， a mist. It was a Darkness. It is rather hard to describe， but you will see what it was like if you imagine yourself looking into the mouth of a railway tunnel.a tunnel either so long or so twisty that you cannot see the light at the far end. And you know what it would be like. For a few feet you would see the rails and sleepers and gravel in broad daylight； then there would come a place where they were in twilight； and then， pretty suddenly， but of course without a sharp dividing line， they would vanish altogether into smooth， solid blackness. It was just so here. For a few feet in front of their bows they could see the swell of the bright greenish.blue water. Beyond that， they could see the water looking pale and grey as it would look late inhe evening. But beyond that again， utter blackness as if hey had come to the edge of moonless and starless night. Caspian shouted to the boatswain to keep her back， and l except the rowers rushed forward and gazed from the ows. But there was nothing to be seen by gazing. Behind hem was the sea and the sun， before them the darkness. “Do we go into this？” asked Caspian at length.
