He cheered up a little later on， but it was a grievous arting on both sides and I will not dwell on it. About wo o‘clock in the afternoon， well victualled and watered hough they thought they would need neither food nor rink） and with Reepicheep’s coracle on board， the boat ulled away from the Dawn Treader to row through the ndless carpet of lilies. The Dawn Trader flew all her flags nd hung out her shields to honour their departure. Tall and ig and homelike she looked from their low position with he lilies all round them. And before she was out of sight hey saw her turn and begin rowing slowly westward. Yetthough Lucy shed a few tears， she could not feel it as much as you might have expected. The light， the silence， the tingling smell of the Silver Sea， even （in some odd way） the loneliness itself， were too exciting.
