Something was crawling. Worse still， something was coming out. Edmund or Lucy or you would have recognized it at once， but Eustace had read none of the right books. The thing that came out of the cave was something he had never even imagined.along lead.coloured snout， dull red eyes， no feathers or fur， a long lithe body that trailed on the ground， legs whose elbows went up higher than its back like a spider‘s， cruel claws， bat’s wings that made a rasping noise on the stone， yards of tail. And the lines of smoke were coming from its two nostrils. He never said the word Dragon to himself. Nor would it have made things any better if he had.
