“I say， that is an idea，” said Edmund in an awed voice. “But do you think，” said Lucy， “Aslan’s country would be hat sort of country.I mean， the sort you could ever sail o？”
“I do not know， Madam，” said Reepicheep. “But there is his. When I was in my cradle， a wood woman， a Dryad， poke this verse over me：
Where sky and water meet， Where the waves grow sweet， Doubt not， Reepicheep，To find all you seek，There is the utter east.
“I do not know what it means. But the spell of it has been n me all my life.”
After a short silence Lucy asked， “And where are we now， aspian？”
“The Captain can tell you better than I，” said Caspian， so rinian got out his chart and spread it on the table.
“That‘s our position，” he said， laying his finger on it. “Or was at noon today. We had a fair wind from Cair Paravel and stood a little north for Galma， which we made on the next day. We were in port for a week， for the Duke of Galma made a great tournament for his Majesty and there he unhorsed many knights.”
“And got a few nasty falls myself， Drinian. Some of the bruises are there still，” put in Caspian.