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      PRINCE CASPIAN

      C. S. LEWIS

       Illustrated by Pauline Baynes

      To Mary Clare Havard

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Prince Caspian

       Chapter One - The Island

       Chapter Two - The Ancient Treasure House

       Chapter Three - The Dwarf

       Chapter Four - The Dwarf Tells of Prince Caspian

       Chapter Five - Caspian’s Adventure in the Mountains

       Chapter Six - The People that Lived in Hinding

       Chapter Seven - Old Narnia in Danger

       Chapter Eight - How They Left the Island

       Chapter Nine - What Lucy Saw

       Chapter Ten - The Return of the Lion

       Chapter Eleven - The Lion Roars

       Chapter Twelve - Sorcery and Sudden Vengeance

       Chapter Thirteen - The High King in Command

       Chapter Fourteen - How All Were Very Busy

       Chapter Fifteen - Aslan Makes a Door in the Air

       The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

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      PRINCE CASPIAN

       A young prince must fight for his stolen throne.

      NARNIA . . . the land beyond the lamp-post where wondrous things happen, where the Lion returns . . . where a battle is about to begin.

      An evil king sits on the throne of Narnia, forcing all the Talking Beasts and mythical creatures to live in hiding. The rightful king, the young Prince Caspian, fights desperately to regain his throne and save his people. But when all seems lost the Great Lion, Aslan, calls Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, four heroes from another world, to join the battle to free Narnia.

Chapter One The Island

      Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, and it has been told in another book called The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe how they had a remarkable adventure. They had opened the door of a magic wardrobe and found themselves in a quite different world from ours, and in that different world they had become Kings and Queens in a country called Narnia. While they were in Narnia they seemed to reign for years and years; but when they came back through the door and found themselves in England again, it all seemed to have taken no time at all. At any rate, no one noticed that they had ever been away, and they never told anyone except one very wise grown-up.

      That had all happened a year ago, and now all four of them were sitting on a seat at a railway station with trunks and playboxes piled up round them. They were, in fact, on their way back to school. They had travelled together as far as this station, which was a junction; and here, in a few minutes, one train would arrive and take the girls away to one school, and in about half an hour another train would arrive and the boys would go off to another school. The first part of the journey, when they were all together, always seemed to be part of the holidays; but now when they would be saying goodbye and going different ways so soon, everyone felt that the holidays were really over and everyone felt their term-time feelings beginning again, and they were all rather gloomy and no one could think of anything to say. Lucy was going to boarding school for the first time.

      It was an empty, sleepy, country station and there was hardly anyone on the platform except themselves. Suddenly Lucy gave a sharp little cry, like someone who has been stung by a wasp.

      “What’s up, Lu?” said Edmund – and then suddenly broke off and made a noise like “Ow!”

      “What on earth—” began Peter, and then he too suddenly changed what he had been going to say. Instead, he said, “Susan, let go! What are you doing? Where are you dragging me to?”

      “I’m not touching you,” said Susan. “Someone is pulling me. Oh – oh – oh – stop it!”

      Everyone noticed that all the others’ faces had gone very white.

      “I felt just the same,” said Edmund in a breathless voice. “As if I were being dragged along. A most frightful pulling – ugh! It’s beginning again.”

      “Me too,” said Lucy. “Oh, I can’t bear it.”

      “Look sharp!” shouted Edmund. “All catch hands and keep together. This is magic – I can tell by the feeling. Quick!”

      “Yes,” said Susan. “Hold hands. Oh, I do wish it would stop – oh!”

      Next moment the luggage, the seat, the platform, and the station had completely vanished. The four children, holding hands and panting, found themselves standing in a woody place – such a woody place that branches were sticking into them and there was hardly room to move. They all rubbed their eyes and took a deep breath.

      “Oh, Peter!” exclaimed Lucy. “Do you think we can possibly have got back to Narnia?”

      “It might be anywhere,” said Peter. “I can’t see a yard in all these trees. Let’s try to get into the open – if there is any open.”

      With some difficulty, and with some stings from nettles and pricks from thorns, they struggled out of the thicket. Then they had another surprise. Everything became much brighter, and after a few steps they found themselves at the edge of the wood, looking down on a sandy beach. A few yards away a very calm sea was falling on the sand with such tiny ripples that it made hardly any sound. There was no land