“It.it‘s like light more than anything else，” said Caspian. “That is what it is，” said Reepicheep. “Drinkable light.
We must be very near the end of the world now.”
There was a moment’s silence and then Lucy knelt down on the deck and drank from the bucket.
“It‘s the loveliest thing I have ever tasted，” she said witha kind of gasp. “But oh.it’s strong. We shan‘t need to eatanything now.”
And one by one everybody on board drank. And for a long time they were all silent. They felt almost too well and strong to bear it； and presently they began to notice another result. As I have said before， there had been too much light ever since they left the island of Ramandu.the sun too large （though not too hot）， the sea too bright， the air too shining. Now， the light grew no less.if anything， it increased.but they could bear it. They could look straight up at the sun without blinking. They could see more light than they had ever seen before. And the deck and the sail and their own faces and bodies became brighter and brighter and every rope shone. And next morning， when the sun rose， now five or six times its old size， they stared hard into it and could see the very feathers of the birds that came flying from it.