“I think the same， Reepicheep，” replied Caspian. “And ven if it were not so， it would break my heart not to go s near the World‘s End as the Dawn Treader will take us. ut I am thinking of the crew. They signed on to seek the even lords， not to reach the rim of the Earth. If we sail ast from here we sail to find the edge， the utter east. And o one knows how far it is. They’re brave fellows， but I set gns that some of them are weary of the voyage and long o have our prow pointing to Narnia I don‘t think I should ke them further without their knowledge an consent. And hen there’s the poor Lord Rhoop. He‘s a broken man.” “My son，” said the star， “it would be no use， even hough you wished it， to sail for the World’s End with en unwilling or men deceived. That is not how great nenchantments are achieved. They must know where they o and why. But who is this broken man you speak of ？” Caspian told Ramandu the story of Rhoop.
“I can give him what he needs most，” said Ramandu. “I his island there is sleep without stint or measure， and sleep which no faintest footfall of a dream was ever heard. Let im sit beside these other three and drink oblivion till youreturn.”
