The Chronicles of Narnia: The Telmarine Princess 2

Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Chapter Eleven: Discovery

Gael awoke and stretched her arms. It was only then that She noticed that Lucy was gone and that the narnian storybook was ling on the ground open. She shook Razier.

"Razier, wake up" She hissed. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

"What is it?" He asked, rather crossly.

"Queen Lucy is gone" Gael said. Razier was up in a flash. He ran over to his parents.

"Father, father" He whispered. Peter and Sophia both woke up and looked at him.

"Aunt Lucy is gone" Razier said. Soon the entire crew was up and searching for her. As they searched the Island, Edmund noticed something on the ground.

"Look. Isn't that Lucy's dagger?" He asked. He made towards it, but a spear hurled out of no where and struck the ground in front of him.

"Don't move" A voice said. "We don't want to kill you"

"Who are you?" Caspian called out.

"We are beasts so feirce that were you to see us, you would died of fright" The voice answered. The Crew eyed eachother nervously.

Lucy, by this time, ad been looking over the book, which didn't seem to want to open. The letters on the cover were in a jumbled mess. As she wondered what to do, a sudden thought struck her and she blew on the book. The letters rearranged themselves to spell of BOOK OF SPELLS. She heard a click and was able to open the book. She wondered where she would find the spell to make one visible again.

The book was written, not printed; written in a clear, even hand, with thick downstrokes and thin upstrokes, very large, easier than print, and so beautiful that Lucy stared at it for a whole minute and forgot about reading it. The paper was crisp and smooth and a nice smell came from it; and in the margins, and round the big coloured capital letters at the beginning of each spell, there were pictures.

She flipped pages, passing spells to cure for warts (by washing your hands in moonlight in a silver basin) and toothache and cramps, and a spell for taking a swarm of bees. The picture of the man with toothache was so lifelike that it would have set your own teeth aching if you looked at it too long, and the golden bees which were dotted all round the fourth spell looked for a moment as if they were really flying.

Lucy flipped page afer page. She went for about thirty pages which, if she could have remembered them, would have taught her how to find buried treasure, how to remember things forgotten, how to forget things you wanted to forget, how to tell whether anyone was speaking the truth, how to call up (or prevent) wind, fog, snow, sleet or rain, how to produce enchanted sleeps and how to give a man an ass's head (as they did to poor Bottom). And the longer she read the more wonderful and more real the pictures became.

Then she came to a page which was such a blaze of pictures that one hardly noticed the writing. Hardly - but she did notice the first words. They were, An infallible spell to make beautiful her that uttered it beyond the lot of mortals. Lucy peered at the pictures with her face close to the page, and though they had seemed crowded and muddlesome before, she found she could now see them quite clearly. The first was a picture of a girl standing at a reading-desk reading in a huge book. And the girl was dressed exactly like Lucy. In the next picture Lucy (for the girl in the picture was Lucy herself) was standing up with her mouth open and a rather terrible expression on her face, chanting or reciting something. In the third picture the beauty beyond the lot of mortals had come to her. It was strange, considering how small the pictures had looked at first, that the Lucy in the picture now seemed quite as big as the real Lucy; and they looked into each other's eyes and the real Lucy looked away after a few minutes because she was dazzled by the beauty of the other Lucy; though she could still see a sort of likeness to herself in that beautiful face.

She looked back at the picture and nodded.

"I will say the spell," said Lucy. "I don't care. I will."

But when she looked back at the opening words of the spell, there in the middle of the writing, where she felt quite sure there had been no picture before, she found the great face of a lion, of The Lion, Aslan himself, staring into hers. It was painted such a bright gold that it seemed to be coming towards her out of the page; and indeed she never was quite sure afterwards that it hadn't really moved a little. At any rate she knew the expression on his face quite well. He was growling and you could see most of his teeth. She became horribly afraid and turned over the page at once.

She turned on and found to her surprise a page with no pictures at all; but the first words were A Spell to make hidden things visible. She read it through to make sure of all the hard words and then said it out loud. And she knew at once that it was working because as she spoke the colours came into the capital letters at the top of the page and the pictures began appearing in the margins. They were odd pictures and contained many figures that Lucy did not much like the look of. And then she thought,

"I suppose I've made everything visible, and not only the Thumpers. There might be lots of other invisible things hanging about a place like this. I'm not sure that I want to see them all."

At that moment she heard soft, heavy footfalls coming along the corridor behind her; and of course she remembered what she had been told about the Magician walking in his bare feet and making no more noise than a cat. It is always better to turn round than to have anything creeping up behind your back. Lucy did so.

Then her face lit up till, for a moment, she looked almost as beautiful as that other Lucy in the picture, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, The Lion, the highest of all High Kings. And he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane. And from the low, earthquake-like sound that came from inside him, Lucy even dared to think that he was purring.

"Oh, Aslan," She said, "it was kind of you to come."

"I have been here all the time," he replied, "but you have just made me visible."

"Aslan!" Lucy said reproachfully. "Don't make fun of me. As if anything 1 could do would make you visible!"

"It did," Aslan assured. "Do you think I wouldn't obey my own rules?"

After a little pause he spoke again.

"Child," he said, "You doubt your value." He said it very simply and Lucy hung her head.

"I just wanted to be beautiful, like Susan" She whispered.

""Child," Aslan spoke, this time reproachfully, "The innocence you posess is what makes you beautiful. Do not doubt your worth. Susan is beautiful yes, but so are you. We can never be like someone else, we must only be ourselves. Do you understand, dear one?"

"Yes, Aslan" Lucy replied.

"Good" Aslan said. "Now there is someone I'd like for you to meet"