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r．When she fails me，I paddle east in my coracle．When she sinks，I shall swim east with my four paws．And when I can swim no longer， if I have not reached Aslan’s country，or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract，I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise and Peepiceek will be head of the talking mice in Narnia．”
“Hear，hear，”said a sailor，“I’ll say the same，barring the bit about the coracle，which wouldn’t bear me．”He added in a lower voice，“I’m not going to be outdone by a mouse．”
At this point Caspian jumped to his feet．“Friends，”he said，“I think you have not quite understood our purpose．You talk as if we had come to you with our hat in our hand，begging for shipmates．It isn’t like that at all．We and our royal brother and sister and their kinsman and Sir Reepicheep，the good knight， and the Lord Drinian have an errand to the world’s edge．It is our pleasure to choose from among such of you as are willing those whom we deem worthy of so high an enterprise．We have n
