“Your Majesty， your Majesty，” he said， “are you going to tolerate this mutiny， this poltroonery？ This is a panic， this is a rout.”
“Row， row，” bellowed Caspian. “Pull for all our lives. Is her head right， Drinian？ You can say what you like， Reepicheep. There are some things no man can face.”
“It is， then， my good fortune not to be a man，” repliedReepicheep with a very stiff bow.
Lucy from up aloft had heard it all. In an instant that one of her own dreams which she had tried hardest to forget came back to her as vividly as if she had only just woken from it. So that was what was behind them， on the island， in the darkness！ For a second she wanted to go down to the deck and be with Edmund and Caspian. But what was the use？ If dreams began coming true， Edmund and Caspian themselves might turn into something horrible just as she reached them. She gripped the rail of the fighting top and tried to steady herself. They were rowing back to the light as hard as they could： it would be all right in a few seconds. But oh， if only it could be all right now！