On an evening of startling beauty， when the sunset behind them was so crimson and purple and widely spread that the very sky itself seemed to have grown larger， they came in sight of land on their starboard bow. It came slowly nearer and the light behind them made it look as if the capes and headlands of this new country were all on fire. But presently they were sailing along its coast and its western cape now rose up astern of them， black against the red sky and sharp as if it was cut out of cardboard， and then they could see better what this country was like. It had no mountains but many gentle hills with slopes like pillows. An attractive smell came from it.what Lucy called “a dim， purple kind of smell”， which Edmund said （and Rhince thought） was rot， but Caspian said， “I know what you mean.”
