chater n bard the dawn treader (第17/20页)
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I would have awaited a more reasonable time for his correction．”
“What on earth’s up ？”asked Edmund．
What had really happened was this．Reepicheep，who never felt that the ship was getting on fast enough，loved to sit on the bulwarks far forward just beside the dragon’s head，gazing out at the eastern horizon and singing softly in his little chirruping voice the song the Dryad had made for him．He never held on to anything，however the ship pitched，and kept his balance with perfect ease；perhaps his long tail，hanging down to the deck inside the bulwarks，made this easier．Everyone on board was familiar with this habit，and the sailors liked it because when one was on look-out duty it gave one somebody to talk to．Why exactly Eustace had slipped and reeled and stumbled all the way forward to the forecastlehe had not yet got his sea-legsI never heard．Perhaps he hoped he would see land，or perhaps he wanted to hang about the galley and scrounge something．Anyway， as soon as he saw that l
