CHAPTER TWELVE
only one more dream, have merry.
take me on board. take me, even if you strike me dead. But in t fade ahis horrible land.”
quot;; sed Caspian. quot;Come aboard and welcome.”
terror, and t someone ohem.
quot;Stand by to ; said Caspian.
quot;Aye, aye, your Majesty,quot; said to t bul over torce face appeared in ter, and ter some scrambling and pulling, a dozen friendly ranger on board.
Edmund t otidy mop of iced ared as if in an agony of pure fear. t reac;Fly! Fly! About his accursed shore.”
quot;Compose yourself,quot; said Reepic;and tell us used to flying.”
tranger started t noticed before.
quot;Nevert; ;true.”
quot;ts time,quot; said one of t;I reckoned Id find I o Nancy if we landed here.”
quot;And Id find tom alive again,quot; said another.
quot;Fools!quot; said tamping ;t is t of talk t brougter I say? this is
o life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.”
t es silence and t clatter of armour, tumbling doco roiller, and ts t stroke t sea. For it aken everyone just t e to remember certain dreams t make you afraid of going to sleep again - and to realize o land on a country wrue.
Only Reepicheep remained unmoved.
quot;Your Majesty, your Majesty,quot; ;are you going to tolerate tiny, troonery? t.”
quot;Ro; bello;Pull for all our lives. Is , Drinian? You can say w you like, Reepichings no man can face.”
quot;It is, tune not to be a