The Chronicles of Narnia: The Telmarine Princess 2

Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Chapter Ten: Kidnapped

The winds which had so long been from the north-west began to blow from the west itself and every morning when the sun rose out of the sea the curved prow of the Dawn Treader stood up right across the middle of the sun. They sailed and sailed before a gentle yet steady breeze seeing no sight of land.

Eventually, they made harbour in a wide bay about the middle of the afternoon and landed. It was a very different country from any they had yet seen. For when they had crossed the sandy beach they found all silent and empty as if it were an uninhabited land, but before them there were level lawns in which the grass was as smooth and short as it used to be in the grounds of a great English house where ten gardeners were kept. The trees, of which there were many, all stood well apart from one another, and there were no broken branches and no leaves lying on the ground. Pigeons sometimes cooed but there was no other noise.

"We might as well rest here" Caspian told the crew. "And search the Island in the morning"

"Indeed" Drinian said. "Indeed"

After they had made camp, The group had a meal of broth and vegetables. Lucy was asked to watch Gael and Razier for the night, so she led them to a patch of soft grass, in sight of the others and took out a book. The moon was bright enough that Lucy was able to read by moonlight, some narnia stories, to help the children fall asleep. The trio fell asleep and Lucy's book rested open on her chest.

As they slept, something peculier happened. There was a noise, like thumping all around. It wasn't loud enough to wake the crew. The thumps were caused by something invisible, for if any of the crew were to awaken, they would be startled to hear the thumps closing in, but see nothing in thier view.

"It seems they've brought a pig with them" A voice said, indicating Eustace, who was snoring.

"Look, there are two girls here" another voice whispered.

"This one can read" still, another said.

Lucy woke up suddenly, finding herself being carried by an invisible force. She struggled, but found that she could not scream. Finally, She felt herself being dropped to the ground. Angered, She grabbed her knife, but it was swiped out of her hand. Lucy looked around nervously.

"What do you want?" Lucy asked, fearfully.

"we need you to do something for us" One of the invisible creatures said. Behind her, an invisible door, swung open.

"What's that?" Lucy asked.

"Well," the voice replied. "It's like this. This island has been the property of a great magician time out of mind. And we all are - or perhaps in a manner of speaking, I might say, we were - his servants. Look, he made us invisible as you can see and we'd very much like to be visible again"

"What does that have to do with me?" Lucy asked.

"Well, then, to put it in a nutshell," said the voice, "we've been waiting for ever so long for a nice little girl from foreign parts, like it might be you, Missie - that would go upstairs and go to the magic book and find the spell that takes off the invisibleness, and say it"

"Why me?" Lucy asked. "Don't you have any daughters of your own?"

"We dursen't, we dursen't," said all the Voices. "We're not going upstairs."

"What if I refuse?" Lucy asked. There was complete silence.

"Then we will kill your friends" The leader, or whom she assumed was the leader, said. Lucy turned to the open door and took a deep breath.

"Fine" She said. "I'll go" She entered the doorway and it swung closed behind her.

The stairway was lit, which was a good thing for Lucy, who hated finding her way in the dark. She wondered what the others would do if they discovered she was gone.

She came to the landing and had to turn to her left up the next flight. Now she had come to the top of the stairs. Lucy looked and saw a long, wide passage with a large window at the far end. Apparently the passage ran the whole length of the invisble house. At least, she guessed it was a house. It was carved and panelled and carpeted and very many doors opened off it on each side. She stood still and couldn't hear the squeak of a mouse, or the buzzing of a fly, or the swaying of a curtain, or anything - except the beating of her own heart.

She wondered which room, for the invisible beings hadn't said. It did seem quite likely that it would be the last door, so she decided to try that one first.

To reach it she would have to walk past room after room. And in any room there might be the magician - asleep, or awake, or invisible. But it wouldn't do to think about that. She set out on her journey. The carpet was so thick that her feet made no noise.

"There's nothing whatever to be afraid of yet," Lucy told herself. And certainly it was a quiet passage; perhaps a bit too quiet. It would have been nicer if there had not been strange signs painted in scarlet on the doors twisty, complicated things which obviously had a meaning and it mightn't be a very nice meaning either. It would have been nicer still if there weren't those masks hanging on the wall. Not that they were exactly ugly - or not so very ugly - but the empty eye-holes did look queer, and if you let yourself you would soon start imagining that the masks were doing things as soon as your back was turned to them.

After about the sixth door she got her first real fright. For one second she felt almost certain that a wicked little bearded face had popped out of the wall and made a grimace at her. She forced herself to stop and look at it. And it was not a face at all. It was a little mirror just the size and shape of her own face, with hair on the top of it and a beard hanging down from it, so that when you looked in the mirror your own face fitted into the hair and beard and it looked as if they belonged to you. "I just caught my own reflection with the tail of my eye as I went past," said Lucy to herself. "That was all it was. It's quite harmless." But she didn't like the look of her own face with that hair and beard, and went on.

Before she reached the last door on the left, Lucy was beginning to wonder whether the corridor had grown longer since she began her journey and whether this was part of the magic. But she got to it at last. And the door was open.

It was a large room with three big windows and it was lined from floor to ceiling with books; more books than Lucy had ever seen before, tiny little books, fat and dumpy books, and books bigger than any church Bible you have ever seen, all bound in leather and smelling old and learned and magical. But she knew that she need not bother about any of these. For the Book, the Magic Book, was lying on a reading-desk in the very middle of the room. She saw she would have to read it standing and also that she would have to stand with her back to the door while she read it. So at once she turned to shut the door.