The Voyage of the 'Dawn Treader' (The Chronicles of Narnia, Book 5)
C. S. Lewis
A beautiful paperback edition of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, book five in the classic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Narnia, featuring cover art by three time Caldecott Medal-winning artist David Wiesner and black-and-white interior illustrations by the original illustrator, Pauline Baynes.
A king and some unexpected companions embark on a voyage that will take them beyond all known lands. As they sail farther and farther from charted waters, they discover that their quest is more than they imagined and that the world's end is only the beginning.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is the fifth book in C. S. Lewis's classic fantasy series, a series that has been drawing readers of all ages into a magical land with unforgettable characters for over sixty years. This is a novel that stands on its own, but if you would like to continue to the journey, read The Silver Chair, the sixth book in The Chronicles of Narnia.
Chief, keep it up.” “Well, I needn’t go over the whole story again,” began the Chief Voice. “No. Certainly not,” said Caspian and Edmund. “Well, then, to put it in a nutshell,” said the Chief Voice, “we’ve been waiting for ever so long for a nice little girl from foreign parts, like it might be you, Missie—that would go upstairs and go to the magic book and find the spell that takes off the invisibleness, and say it. And we all swore that the first strangers as landed on this island (having a
her window at the water rushing past and took a long deep breath. She felt quite sure they were in for a lovely time. TWO ON BOARD THE DAWN TREADER “AH, THERE YOU ARE, LUCY,” SAID Caspian. “We were just waiting for you. This is my captain, the Lord Drinian.” A dark-haired man went down on one knee and kissed her hand. The only others present were Reepicheep and Edmund. “Where is Eustace?” asked Lucy. “In bed,” said Edmund, “and I don’t think we can do anything for him. It only makes
Gold and silver on the table shone in its light. Lucy now noticed something lying lengthwise on the table which had escaped her attention before. It was a knife of stone, sharp as steel, a cruel-looking, ancient-looking thing. No one had yet spoken a word. Then—Reepicheep first, and Caspian next—they all rose to their feet, because they felt that she was a great lady. “Travelers who have come from far to Aslan’s table,” said the girl. “Why do you not eat and drink?” “Madam,” said Caspian, “we
of them. But as they went on they got the strangest impression that here at last the sky did really come down and join the earth—a blue wall, very bright, but real and solid: more like glass than anything else. And soon they were quite sure of it. It was very near now. But between them and the foot of the sky there was something so white on the green grass that even with their eagles’ eyes they could hardly look at it. They came on and saw that it was a Lamb. “Come and have breakfast,” said the
their hands tied behind their backs—except Reepicheep, writhing in his captor’s grip and biting furiously. “Careful with that beast, Tacks,” said the Leader. “Don’t damage him. He’ll fetch the best price of the lot, I shouldn’t wonder.” “Coward! Poltroon!” squeaked Reepicheep. “Give me my sword and free my paws if you dare.” “Whew!” whistled the slave merchant (for that is what he was). “It can talk! Well I never did. Blowed if I take less than two hundred crescents for him.” The Calormen