Lucy was of course barefoot， having kicked off her shoes hile swimming， but that is no hardship if one is going to alk on downy turf. It was delightful to be ashore again nd to smell the earth and grass， even if at first the ground eemed to be pitching up and down like a ship， as it usually oes for a while if one has been at sea. It was much warmer ere than it had been on board and Lucy found the sand leasant to her feet as they crossed it. There was a lark nging.
They struck inland and up a fairly steep， though low， ill. At the top of course they looked back， and there was he Dawn Treader shining like a great bright insect and rawling slowly northwestward with her oars. Then they ent over the ridge and could see her no longer.
Doorn now lay before them， divided from Felimath by channel about a mile wide； behind it and to the left lay vra. The little white town of Narrowhaven on Doorn was asily seen.
“Hullo！ What‘s this？” said Edmund suddenly.
In the green valley to which they were descending， six or seven rough.looking men， all armed， were sitting by a tree.
“Don’t tell them who we are，” said Caspian.
“And pray， your Majesty， why not？” said Reepicheep， who had consented to ride on Lucy‘s shoulder.