“Seven years ago，” said the girl， “they came here in a ship hose sails were rags and timbers ready to fall apart. There ere a few others with them， sailors， and when they cameto this table one said， `Here is the good place. Let us set sail and reef sail and row no longer but sit down and end our days in peace！’ And the second said， `No， let us re.embark and sail for Narnia and the west； it may be that Miraz is dead.‘ But the third， who was a very masterful man， leaped up and said， `No， by heaven. We are men and Telmarines， not brutes. What should we do but seek adventure after adventure？ We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.’ And as they quarrelled he caught up the Knife of Stone which lies there on the table and would have fought with his comrades. But it is a thing not right for him to touch. And as his fingers closed upon the hilt， deep sleep fell upon all the three. And till the enchantment is undone they will never wake.”
“What is this Knife of Stone？” asked Eustace. “Do none of you know it？” said the girl.
