CHAPTER EIGHT
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By time tering, tace, to o top of t could be seen. It iffis, except seagulls. op t it more ty acres; and from t te t did from ting top, of treader.
quot;Crazy, you kno; said Eustace to Lucy in a lo tern horizon.
quot;Sailing on and on into t to.quot; But out of , not really nastily as one time.
It oo cold to stay long on till blew fresh.
quot;Dont lets go back t; said Lucy as turned; quot;lets go along a bit and come doream, ted to go to.”
Everyone agreed to ter about fifteen minutes t t eresting place ted; a deep little mountain lake, surrounded by cliffs except for a narro t of t do.
All sat do one (it was Edmund) jumped up again very quickly.
quot;tones on t; in t;c it . . . a stone at all, its a ss a of it. It must have lain here for ages.”
quot;Narnian, too, by t,quot; said Caspian, as they all crowded round.
quot;Im sitting on sometoo,quot; said Lucy. quot;Somet; It turned out to be t. By time everyone , a dagger, and a fe Calormen crescents but genuine Narnian quot;Lionsquot; and quot;treesquot; suc see any day in t-place of Beaversdam or Beruna.
quot;Looks as if t be all ts left of one of our seven lords,quot; said Edmund.
quot;Just ; said Caspian. quot;I o show. And I wonder how he died.”
quot;And o avenge ; added Reepicheep.
Edmund, ty ive stories, hinking.
quot;Look ; ;t t .”
quot;?quot; asked Caspian.
quot;No bones,quot; sa