And Peter with his sword still drawn in his hand went with the Lion to the eastern edge of the hilltop. There a beautiful sight met their eyes. The sun was setting behind their backs. That meant that the whole country below them lay in the evening light.forest and hills and valleys and， winding away like a silver snake， the lower part of the great river. And beyond all this， miles away， was the sea， and beyond the sea the sky， full of clouds which were just turning rose colour with the reflection of the sunset. But just where the land of Narnia met the sea.in fact， at the mouth of the great river.there was something on a little hill， shining. It was shining because it was a castle and of course the sunlight was reflected from all the windows which looked towards Peter and the sunset； but to Peter it looked like a great star resting on the seashore.
“That， O Man，” said Aslan， “is Cair Paravel of the four thrones， in one of which you must sit as King. I show itto you because you are the first.born and you will be High King over all the rest.”
And once more Peter said nothing， for at that moment a strange noise woke the silence suddenly. It was like a bugle， but richer.