The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Page #3

then I will have satisfaction.

Please, I'm a pacifist.

En garde!

- Watch it!

- Sorry.

Trying to run away?

We're on a boat, you know.

Look, can't we just discuss this?

That was for stealing...

that was for lying...

and that was for good measure.

That's the spirit!

We have ourselves a duel.

Catch.

Now, come on.

Take your best shot.

Is that it? Come on, boy.

Focus! Focus!

Yes! Ha!

Stop flapping your wings

like a drunken pelican! Poise.

Keep your blade up.

Up, up! That's it.

Now...

Ha-ha-ha! Yah!

Yoo-hoo!

Over here.

Now, lunge with your foot.

Not your left, your right.

Got it? Come on.

Be nimble! Be nimble!

It's a dance, boy, a dance.

Come on now, again and again.

That's right, that's right.

Oh, no!

And that...

is that.

Look.

Gael?

What are you doing here?

Here.

Looks like we have an extra...

crew member.

Welcome aboard.

Your Majesty.

Call me Lucy.

Come on.

Come on, look lively.

Back to work.

Good match.

I'll make a swordsman of you yet.

Yes, well, if the playing field

were a little more even...

it would've been

an entirely different result.

Heh-heh-heh. Indeed.

It looks uninhabited.

But if the lords followed the mist east,

they would have stopped here.

Could be a trap.

Or it could hold some answers.

Caspian?

We'll spend the night on shore.

Scour the island in the morning.

Aye, your Majesty.

Seems they've brought a pig.

This one, it's female.

So is this one.

This one reads.

Let's take her.

There is no escape.

- Well put.

- Scary.

- Yeah.

- What are you?

We are terrifying invisible beasts.

If you could see us,

you would be really intimidated.

you forgot to mention

that we are very large.

- Well, what do you want?

- You.

You'll do what we ask.

- She will.

- Very clear.

- Well put.

- Yeah.

Or what?

Or death.

Death? Death? Death?

Death. Death. Death.

Well, I wouldn't be much use

to you dead, would I?

I hadn't thought of that.

No, you hadn't.

Fair point.

All right,

then we'll just kill your friends.

Ooh.

Good idea.

What do you want with me?

You will enter the house...

of The Oppressor.

What house?

This one.

Upstairs, you'll find

The Book of Incantations.

Recite the spell

that makes the unseen seen.

Well put, Chief. Well put.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, go on. We haven't got all day.

Remember what will happen

to your friends.

You've been warned.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Right.

Right.

Yeah.

Why don't you do it yourselves?

We can't read.

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Can't write either, as a matter of fact.

Or add.

Yeah.

Why didn't you just say so?

Beware The Oppressor.

He's very oppressive.

"What makes the unseen seen," got it?

Don't forget.

- Don't forget that.

- Yeah.

Ed.

Ed, wake up.

Wake up, look.

Where's Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy!

Everybody up!

Get up.

Get up, I said!

This way!

Move, you blackguards.

"With these words

your tongue must sew

For all around there to be snow"

"An infallible spell

To make you she

The beauty you've always wanted to be"

Susan, what's going...

...on?

I'm beautiful.

No, wait!

"Make me she, whom I'd agree..."

Lucy!

Lucy.

Aslan?

Aslan?

"A spell to make the unseen seen."

"Like the 'p' in psychology

The 'h' in psychiatry

Invisible ink

and the truth in theology

Caspian, Lucy's dagger.

Stop right there or perish.

The spell is complete

Now all is visible"

- What sort of creatures are you?

- Big ones...

with the head of a tiger

and the body of a...

Different tiger.

You don't want to mess with us.

Or what?

Or I'll claw you to death.

And I'll ram my tusks right through you.

And I'll gnash you with my teeth.

And I'll bite you with my fangs. Grrr!

you mean squash us

with your fat bellies?

Yes!

Fat bellies?

Tickle us with your toes?

What have you done with my sister,

you little pip-squeak?

Now, calm down.

Where is she?

- You better tell him.

- Go on, Chief, tell him.

In the mansion.

What mansion?

Oh.

That mansion.

I'm really getting tired

of you all leaving me behi...

- It's the pig!

- The pig has come back.

This place just gets

weirder and weirder.

- Weird?

- Him calling us weird?

- The Oppressor!

- The Oppressor!

Lucy.

Your Majesty.

Caspian and Edmund.

This is Coriakin. It's his island.

That's what he thinks.

You have wronged us, magician.

I have not wronged you.

I made you invisible

for your own protection.

Protection?

That's oppressive!

Oppressor!

I have not oppressed you.

But you could've, if you'd wanted to.

Be gone.

It's a spell!

What was that?

Lint.

But don't tell them.

What were those things?

Dufflepuds.

Right, of course. Silly me.

What did you mean when you said you

made them invisible for their own good?

It seemed the easiest way

to protect them...

from the evil.

You mean the mist?

I mean what lies

behind the mist.

That's quite beautiful.

I mean, for a make-believe map

of a make-believe world.

There is the source of your troubles.

Dark Island.

A place where evil lurks.

It can take any form. It can make

your darkest dreams come true.

It seeks to corrupt all goodness...

to steal the light from this world.

How do we stop it?

You must break its spell.

That sword you carry,

there are six others.

- Have you seen them?

- Yes.

The six lords,

they passed through here?

Indeed.

Where were they headed?

Where I sent them.

To break the spell...

you must follow the Blue Star...

to Ramandu's Island.

There, the seven swords

must be laid at Aslan's table.

Only then can their true

magical power be released.

But beware...

you are all about to be tested.

Tested?

Until you lay down the seventh sword,

evil has the upper hand.

It will do everything...

in its power...

to tempt you.

Be strong.

Don't fall to temptation.

To defeat

the darkness out there...

you must defeat the darkness

inside yourself.

For reasons beyond my comprehension...

we've taken the advice

of a senile old coot...

who doesn't possess a razor

and dawdles around in a dressing gown.

So we're back in this tub

and lost in a tempest. Brilliant!

Hold!

Three spokes to starboard.

Aye-aye, sir.

More pails here.

Pass it down!

Heave!

Fourteen days of being tossed like a

pancake and not the slightest sign of land.

The only consolation is,

everyone is finally...

as miserable as I am.

Except for that show-off talking rat.

He's one of those annoying

glass-is-always-half-full types.

So we're stuck here...

at half-rations, with food and water

for two more weeks, maximum.

This is your last chance to turn back,

your Majesties.

There's no guarantee we'll spot

the Blue Star anytime soon.

Not in this storm.

Needle in a haystack, trying

to find this Ramandu place.

We could sail right past it

and off the edge of the world.

Or get eaten by a sea serpent.

I'm just saying the men

are getting nervous.

These are strange seas

we're sailing...

the likes of which

I've never seen before.

Then perhaps, Captain, you would like

to be the one to explain to Mr. Rhince...

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