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don’t mean he was actually here．He wouldn’t fit into the cabin，for one thing．But that gold lion’s head on the wall came to life and spoke to me．It was terrible—his eyes．Not that he was at all rough with me—only a bit stern at first． But it was terrible all the same．And he said—he said—oh，I can’t bear it．The worst thing he could have said．You’re to go on— Reep and Edmund，and Lucy，and Eustace；and I’m to go back． Alone．And at once．And what is the good of anything ？”
“Caspian，dear，”said Lucy．“You knew we’d have to go back to our own world sooner or later．”
“Yes，”said Caspian with a sob，“but this is sooner．”
“You’ll feel better when you get back to Ramandu’s Island，”said Lucy．
He cheered up a little later on，but it was a grievous parting on both sides and I will not dwell on it．About two o’clock in the afternoon，well victualled and wateredthough they thought they would need neither food nor drinkand with Reepicheep’s coracle on board，the boat pulled away from th
