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s in a pool or in a garden at home．”
“Look ！”said Lucy，who was in the stern of the boat．She held up her wet arms full of white petals and broad flat leaves．
“What’s the depth，Rynelf ？”asked Drinian．
“That’s the funny thing，Captain，”said Rynelf．“It’s still deep．Three and a half fathoms clear．”
“They can’t be real lilies—not what we call lilies，”said Eustace．
Probably they were not，but they were very like them．And when，after some consultation，the Dawn Treader turned back into the current and began to glide eastward through the Lily Lake or the Silver Seathey tried both these names but it was the Silver Sea that stuck and is now on Caspian’s mapthe strangest part of their travels began．Very soon the open sea which they were leaving was only a thin rim of blue on the western horizon．Whiteness，shot with faintest colour of gold，spread round them on every side，except just astern where their passage had thrust the lilies apart and left an open lane of water t
