ButwhenthedrippingMousehadreachedthedeedoutalliheSeaPeople。
&!”hecheeped。“Sweet，sweet!”
“Whatareyoutalkingabout?”askedDriniancrossly。“Ashakeyourselfalloverme，either。”
&hewater'ssweet，”saidtheMouse。“Sweet，fresh。Itisn'tsalt。”
Foramomeookiahis。ButthenReepiorerepeatedtheoldprophecy:
&heeet，
Doubtnot，Reepicheep，
&heutterEast。”
&everyoood。
&mehaveabuelf，”saidDrinian。
Itwashandedhimaandupit。Thewatersholikeglass。
“PerhapsyourMajestywouldliketotasteitfirst，”saidDrinianto。
&ookthebubothhaohislips，sipped，thendrankdeeplyandraisedhishead。Hisfacewasotoeverythingabouthimseemedthter。
“Yes，”hesaid，“itissweet。That'srealwater，that。I'misn'tgoingtokillme。ButitisthedeathIwouldhave—ifI'dknownaboutittillnow。”
“Whatdoyoumean?”askedEdmund。
“It—it'slikelightmorethananythingelse，”said。
“Thatiswhatitis，”saidReepicheep。“Dri。Wemustbeveryheworldnow。”
Therewasamoment'ssilehedownonthededdrankfromthebucket。
“It'stheloveliestthiasted，”shesaidwithakindofgasp。“Butoh—it&#。Weshan'thingnow。”
Andonebyoneeverybodyonboarddrank。Andftimetheywereallsilealmosttoowellandstro;aheybegantoherresult。AsIhavesaidbefore，therehadbeentoomuchlighteversiheislandofRamahnottoohot），theseatht，theairtooshining。grewnoless—ifanything，itiheycouldbearit。Theycouldlhtupatthesunwithoutblinking。Theyhtthantheyhadeverseehededthesailandtheirownfadbodiesbecamebrighterandbrighterandeveryropeshom，whenthesunrose，imesitsoldsize，theystaredhardintoitandcouldseetheveryfeathersofthebirdsthatgfromit。
Hardlyaokenonboardallthatday，tillaboutdiime（edahewaterwasenoughforthem）Driniansaid:“I'tuhis。Thereishofwind。Thesailhaheseaisasflatasapowedriveonasfastasiftherewereagalebehindus。”
“I'vebeenthinkingthat，too，”said。“Wemustbest。”
“H'm，”saidEdmund。“That'snotsoheWorldreallyhasanedgeandwe&#。”
“Youmean，”said，“thatwemightbejustwell，pouredoverit?”
“Yes，yes，”criedReepicheep，ghispawstogether。“That'showI'vealwaysimagiheWorldlikeagreatrouhewatersofalltheodlesslype。Theshipwilltipupstandonherhead—foroweshallseee—andthen，down，dowhespeed—”
“Andwhatdoyouthiingforusatthebottom，eh?”saidDrinian。
“Aslan'stryperhaps，”saidtheMouse，itseyesshinihereisn'tanyboesdownforeverawhateveritis，won'titbeworthanythingjusttohavelookedforobeyoheworld。”
“Butlook—here，”saidEustace，“thisisallrot。Theworld'sround—Imean，roundlikeaball，able。”
“Ourworldis，”saidEdmund。“Butisthis?”
“Doyoumeantosay，”asked，“thatyouthreearoundworld（roundlikeaball）andyou'veoldme!It'sreallytoobadofyou。Becausewehavefairy-talesinwhichthereareroundworldsandIalwayslovedthem。IherewereanyrealoI'vealwayswishedtherewereandI'vealwayslooliveinone。Oh，I'dgiveanything—Iwonderwhyyoutoourworldaoyours?IfonlyIhadthece!Itmustbeexgtoliveonathinglikeaball。Haveyoueverbeeswherepeopleside-down?”
Edmundshookhishead。“Anditisn'tlikethat，”headded。“There'snothingparticularlyexgaboutaroundworldwhenyou'rethere。