“Is he a retired star, too?” said Lucy.
“Well, not quite the same,” said Ramandu. “It was not quite as a rest than he was t to govern the Duffers. You might call it a punishment. He might have shone for thousands of years more in the southern winter sky if all had gone well.”
“What did he do, Sir?” asked Caspian.
“My son,” said Ramandu, “it is not for you, a son of Adam, to know what faults a star it. But e, we waste time in such talk. Are you yet resolved? Will you sail further east and e again, leaving oo return no more, and so break the entment? Or will you sail westward?”
“Surely, Sire,” said Reepicheep, “there is no question about that? It is very plainly part of our quest to rescue the three lords from entment.”
“I think the same, Reepicheep,” replied Caspian. “And even if it were not so, it would break my heart not to go as he World’s End as the Dawn Treader will take us. But I am thinking of the crew. They signed on to ek the ven lords, not to reach the rim of the Earth. If we sail east from here we sail to find the edge, the utter east. And not one knows how far it is. They’re brave fellows, but I t signs that some of them are weary of the voyage and long to have our prow pointing to Narnia again. I don’t think I should take them further without their knowledge and t. And then there’s the poor Lord Rhoop. He’s broken man.”
“My son,” said the star, “it would be no u, even though you wished it, to sail for the World’s End with men unwilling or men deceived. That is not how great unentments are achieved. They must know where they go and why. But who is this broken man you speak of?”
Caspian told Ramandu the story of Rhoop.
“I give him what he needs most,” said Ramandu. “In this island there is sleep without stint or measure, and sleep in whio fai footfall of a dream was ever heard. Let him sit beside the other three and drink oblivion till you return.”
“Oh, do let’s do that, Caspian,” said Lucy. “I’m sure its just what he would love.”
At that moment they were interrupted by the sound of ma and voices： Drinian and the rest of the ship pany were approag. They halted in surpri when they saw Ramandu and his daughter; and then, becau the were obviously great people, every man uncovered his head. Some sailors eyed the empty dishes and flagons oable filled with regret.
“My lord,” said the King to Drinian, “pray nd two men back to the Dawn Treader with a message to the Lord Rhoop. Tell him that the last of his old shipmates are here asleep—a sleep without dreams—and that he share it.”