They got up， all with swords drawn， and formed themselves into a solid mass with Lucy in the middle and Reepicheep on her shoulder. It was nicer than the waiting about and everyone felt fonder of everyone else than at ordinary times. A moment later they were marching. It grew lighter as they came to the edge of the wood. And there on the sand， like a giant lizard， or a flexible crocodile， or a serpent with legs， huge and horrible and humpy， lay the dragon.
But when it saw them， instead of rising up and blowing fire and smoke， the dragon retreated.you could almost say it waddled.back into the shallows of the bay.
“What’s it wagging its head like that for？” said Edmund. “And now it‘s nodding，” said Caspian.
“And there’s something coming from its eyes，” said Drinian. “Oh， can‘t you see，” said Lucy. “It’s crying. Those are tears.”
“I shouldn‘t trust to that， Ma’am，” said Drinian. “That‘shat crocodiles do， to put you off your guard.”
“It wagged its head when you said that，” remarked dmund. “Just as if it meant ’No‘. Look， there it goes again.” “Do you think it understands what we’re saying？” asked ucy.
The dragon nodded its head violently.