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Take us back, Cap'n, back out of this.

(Caspian) Should we go on, Drinian, in this terrible darkness?

- Not by my advice. - Captain's right, sire.

Are we of Narnia afraid of the dark?

Mouse, you're a hard taskmaster.

Post lookouts at the bows. We know not what may come upon us.

And let us put up lights, Your Majesty.

Lights, man! Lights fore and aft and at the masthead!

Every man be silent and keep his ears open.

I do hear waves, sire, waves breaking upon a shore.

Another island?

- Three fathoms. - Three fathoms, Cap'n.

- Two fathoms. - Two fathoms, Cap'n.

(Man screaming)

(Screaming) Help me!

(Reepicheep) Who calls?

If you are foe, we do not fear you. If you are friend, come to us.

(Man) Mer... mercy!

Mercy!

Take me on board, even if you strike me dead!

- Where are you? - (Man) Oh!

(Man) On... on the shore!

- Come aboard and welcome! - Captain!

Thank you, Rhince, bring her about.

Heave to.

- (Groaning) - Your Majesty!

Rhince, have him on board.

(Groaning)

Fly! Fly! About with your ship!

You... you must get away!

- You must get away from this accursed island! - But we are not used to fleeing.

Thank you, Reep. But first tell us what is the trouble.

(Gasping) You must get away! You must get away!

This is the island where dreams come true!

Oh, aye? That's the island I've been searching for all my life.

Dreams come true? I'd have my own ship.

You fools!

Not... not dreams! Not daydreams! Not desires!

But where your worst dreams, your worst nightmares come true!

(Groans)

We must turn the ship around, give her full sail. We must get away!

Pull for your lives! You may say what you like. There are some things no man can face.

I can hear it.

It's like a huge pair of scissors opening and shutting,

getting closer and closer to...

Scissors, scissors.

- Listen, listen. - Scissors, scissors, scissors.

I can hear some scuttering up the sides of the ship.

- Oh, look, they're coming! They're coming! - Scissors. Scissors. Scissors.

They're coming.

- They're settling on the mast. - Scissors. Scissors.

- We're going round in circles! - Scissors. Scissors.

- Scissors. Scissors. Scissors. - We're going round in circles!

- Scissors. Scissors. Scissors. - Oh, no! They're coming! They're coming!

- Scissors. - They're coming!

- Scissors. - They're settling on the mast.

- Scissors. - We're going round in circles.

- Scissors. Scissors. - We're going round in circles.

- Scissors. Scissors. - They're settling on the mast.

(Stranger laughing)

- Guns. Guns. - (Stranger) Fools!

You fools! I was a fool to think they'd let me go so easily!

- (Laughing) - They're coming! They're coming!

- (Laughing) - They're coming!

Aslan! Aslan!

If you ever loved us at all, help us now!

(Aslan) Courage.

- (Shouting) - Courage, dear heart.

(Shouting)

(Bird calling)

- Follow it! - Sailor men follow an albatross?

Do it!

(Groans)

You who have saved me, tell me who you are.

I, when I was worth anything, was Lord Rhoop of Narnia.

And I am Caspian, King of Narnia.

I've come to find you and your companions, who are my father's friends.

Sire.

Grant me a boon, I pray you.

Never send me back to that accursed place.

Oh!

You've destroyed it!

I don't think it was us.

Caspian, will this quest ever end?

Edmund, really. Of course it will.

Will it? All right, when?

We have located four of the missing lords.

Surely you believe, as I do, that we will find the other three soon.

But we've come so far. Well, we must be reaching the limits of the eastern world.

Soon there will be nowhere left to look.

(Caspian) Perhaps this is the last act.

But what are they? Beavers sitting on a table?

No, it's a huge bird's nest.

Looks more like a haystack to me.

They will not fight, I think.

Are they dead?

No, sire. He is warm and his pulse beats.

Why, they're only asleep!

It must have been a pretty long sleep for their hair to grow like that.

An enchanted sleep! It must be!

This island is magic.

Do you think we came here to break the spell?

We can try.

Here are their family crests. The last of the seven lords. Our quest is ended.

No, it isn't. We can't wake them.

Too much magic in the air around here, sire. Let's get back to our ship.

Begging Your Majesty's pardon. Well, we don't see a dinner like this every day.

Eat that food? Never.

Depend upon it, sire,

it was from eating this food that these lords came by their seven years' sleep.

- I wouldn't touch it for my life. - Cap'n, back to the ship.

The men are right. We can decide tomorrow what we're going to do with the sleepers.

We daren't eat the food and there's no point staying here all night.

Entirely right for the ship's company. But I will sit at this table all night.

Reep, why?

This is a great adventure,

and a worse thing would be knowing when I get back to Narnia

that fear made me walk away from a mystery.

- I'll stay with you, Reep. - And I.

And me.

Very well, I'll stay too.

- Your Majesty. - Your place, Drinian, is with the ship.

- Take the men and leave us. - Aye, sir.

Carry on, Rhince.

Men, with me.

(Edmund) Well, where do we sit? (Lucy) Not too close.

(Eustace) Certainly not. Once it gets dark, who knows what might happen?

On the other hand, too far away and if they did start moving, we wouldn't see a thing.

Now remember, we must not fall asleep.

(Rumbling)

Travelers who have come from afar to Aslan's Table, welcome.

But why do you not eat and drink?

Madam, we feared the food. We thought it had cast our friends into an enchanted sleep.

They have never tasted it.

Well, how did they get like that, then?

(Girl) Seven years ago, they came here in a ship, its sails in rags.

Its timbers were almost falling apart.

When they came to this table, such an argument grew.

Should they stay and eat and end their lives in peace,

or return to Narnia, or venture on behind the sunrise?

The quarrel grew until one gripped the knife of stone.

But it was a thing not right for him to touch,

and as his fingers closed upon the hilt, deep sleep fell upon all three.

Until the enchantment is undone, they will never wake.

But why do you not eat? I have told you it is safe.

I hope I'm not a coward. When I look in your face, I believe everything you say.

- That's just like a witch. - That's rubbish, Edmund.

Is it?

How are we to know that this lady is a friend?

You can't know. You can only believe, or not.

I can't say I've ever had turkey pie for breakfast.

But...

delicious.

Please, why is it called Aslan's Table?

It stays set here, at his bidding, for those who come so far.

Some call this island the World's End,

for though you can sail still further, this is the last island and the beginning of the end.

- But how does the food keep? - It is renewed every day. This you'll see.

In the world of my friends,

they have a story of a prince arriving at a castle

where all the people lie in an enchanted sleep.

In that story, he could not dissolve the enchantment until he had kissed the princess.

Well, here it is different.

Here he cannot kiss the princess until he has dissolved the enchantment.

Then, in the name of Aslan, show me how to set about that work at once.

My father will teach you that.

(Rumbling)

(Birdsong)

(Birdsong)

(Bird cheeping)

Welcome, travelers.

Sir, will you tell us how to undo the enchantments

which hold these Narnian lords asleep?

My son, to break this enchantment,

you must sail right to the world's end, or as near as you can come to it,

and you must return, leaving at least one member of your company behind.

And what will happen to that one?

He must go on to the utter east and never return to the world.

That would be the greatest adventure of all.

I am Ramandu.

Ha! I see the name means nothing to you.

And no wonder,

for the days when I was a star in the heavens

ceased a long time before any of you knew the world.

So, you're no longer a star?

I am a star at rest, my daughter.

When I set for the last time, old beyond all that you can reckon,

I was carried to this island.

But I am not as old now as I was then.

Every morning, a bird brings me a fire-berry from the valleys in the sun,

and every fire-berry takes a little off my age.

When I am as young as a child that was born yesterday, I shall take my rising again

and once more tread the great dance.

Come, are you yet resolved?

Do you sail home or to the end of the world?

Sir, there is no question about that.

It is very plainly part of our quest to rescue these three lords from their enchantment.

Thank you, Reepicheep, I think so too.

It would break my heart

not to go to as close to the world's end as the Dawn Treader will take us.

Sire?

What is it, Drinian?

What of the crew?

They signed on to seek the seven lords, not to reach the edge of the world.

If we sail east from here, we may well reach the edge, and some of them are afraid of...

what will happen to us there.

Besides, Caspian, there is Lord Rhoop.

(Caspian) True, he is a broken man.

(Ramandu) He needs rest.

In this island, there is sleep beyond measure, sleep without dreams.

Let him sit with the other three,

and drink oblivion until your return.

You're here to speak? Speak.

Your Majesty.

What the men are asking is, whether we turn back here or further east,

- how do we get back home? - And why is that?

It's been west winds all the way driving us ever further and further east.

If the winds don't change, how do we get back to Narnia?

That's landsmen's talk, Rhince.

In these seas, seems to me there's a prevailing wind in the late summer.

After the new year it will change

and we'll have sufficient wind to take us westward and home.

Aye. Aye, winds there may be.

But, by your leave, sire, if I was in command I'd say winter here

and begin the voyage home in March, in spring and fine weather.

And what will you eat while you winter here?

This table's filled with a king's banquet every day.

- That'd do fine. - As for us, we go no further.

(Others) Aye.

What are we to do? There's mutiny in the air.

Listen, all. There is one among us known for his bravery.

Have you nothing to say, Reepicheep?

I, Your Majesty? What is there to be said? My own plans are made.

When I can, I shall sail east on the Dawn Treader.

When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle.

When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws.

When I can swim no longer,

if I have not yet reached Aslan's country,

then I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise.

I say the same, barring the bit about the coracle, for it wouldn't bear my weight.

- (Drinian laughs) - I'm not going to be outdone by a mouse.

(Drinian) Good man, Rhince.

Friends, I will not deceive you.

The last part of our voyage may take us into places

more dangerous and more sacred than any we have seen before.

In Aslan's name, I will take no hands who are unwilling.

I want only those men hardest in battle, most skilled in seamanship,

most loyal to our person.

Aslan's mane!

Do you think the privilege of seeing the last things is to be bought for a song?

Why, every man who sails with us

will bequeath the golden title of Dawn Treader to all his descendants forevermore.

Only those good enough, skilled enough, brave enough will come.

So, who's with me?

- I, sir! - Yes!

The water looks different. It's so clear.

What is he up to now?

Yes, it's sweet.

The water's sweet, fresh. It isn't salt.

My song! The song sung over me in my cradle.

"Where the waves grow sweet,

"Doubt not, Reepicheep,

"There is the utter east."

Mouse.

Sire.

We're here, then! We've reached it!

The end of the world.

What do you think it will be like?

We go on and on, as though drawn by the strongest current.

And not so nice, if the world really has an edge and we're getting close to it.

Why, that's how I've always imagined it, the world like a great round table,

the waters of all the oceans pouring endlessly over the edge.

The ship will tip up. For a moment, we shall see over the edge, then down, down, down.

- No! - Aye.

Aye, but what will be waiting for us when we get there?

Aslan's Country.

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

Drinian...

- what do you see? - ♪ There is the utter east ♪

It looks like ice.

(Eustace) It's not ice, yet...

(Edmund) What is it?

Lilies!

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

♪ There is the utter east ♪

(Caspian) Friends, we have fulfilled our quest.

The seven lords are all accounted for

and, if one of us stays behind here,

you will find when you go back that the three sleeping lords are awake.

To you, my Lord Drinian, I leave the ship, letting you sail back to Narnia with all speed.

And all of you, led by the Lord Drinian, will choose a new king...

But, sire, are you abdicating?

I must stay to see the world's end.

Caspian, you can't do this.

Most certainly His Majesty cannot, for you know, sire, that I am the one to stay.

Can't? Who says "can't" to a king?

Begging your pardon, sire, but...

well, if one of us did that, it would be called deserting.

Rynelf, you presume too much on your long service.

Nay, sire, he is right.

By the mane of Aslan, I thought you were my subjects here, not my masters!

I am not your subject and I say you cannot do this thing.

Your Majesty, you break faith with all your subjects if you do not return.

You shall not please yourself with adventures as though you were a private person.

You dare to lecture me?

Caspian.

Didn't you almost promise to Ramandu's daughter that you'd go back to her?

- Then we all go back. - Majesty.

For the spell to work, one must stay,

and I am that one.

Will no one silence that mouse?

(Aslan growls) Prince Caspian.

Prince Caspian.

Hear me.

Aslan has been with you.

And his words were terrible.

You are to go, Reep, and you, Edmund, Lucy and Eustace.

Do you understand? We are to be parted.

I am to go back and you go on alone, beyond the end of this world.

And he means now, at once.

And what is the good of anything?

Dear Caspian.

You knew we had to go back to our own world sooner or later.

But this is sooner.

Did he say what else is to happen here after we have gone?

Oh, yes.

Argoz!

- Mavramorn! - Revilian!

(Crowd cheering)

This is where I go on alone.

I shall not need this anymore.

♪ Where the waves grow sweet

♪ Doubt not, Reepicheep

♪ There is the utter east ♪

Well, we're aground. We can sail no further.

Come along.

(Lamb bleats)

(Bleats)

Please, is this the way to Aslan's Country?

(Aslan) Not for you.

For you the door into Aslan's Country is from your own world.

There is a way to Aslan from our world too?

(Growls)

Will you tell us how to get to your country from our world?

When the moment comes, you will know.

But now I will open the door in the sky and send you back to your own land.

Are we ever to come back to Narnia?

Lucy, you and your brother will never come back to Narnia.

You are too old.

Back to your own world with you.

Ahhh.

(Trumpets sounding)

Did it really happen?