&washalf-wayinLucysaid，“Idon'tbelievethestatueisgoldatall。It'so。Yourspearlooksjustthesamecolor。”
“What&#?”askedseveralvoiundhadsuddehespear。
“I'tholdit，”gaspedEdmund，“itseemedsoheavy。”
“Aisoomnoian，“andLucyisright。Itlooksjustthesamecolorasthestatue。”
ButEdmund，earedtobehaviroublewithhisboots—atleasthewasbendingdownandlookiraighteondshoutedoutinthesharpvoicewhichpeoplehardlyeverdisobey:“Getback!Bathewater。Allofyou。Atonce!!”
Theyalldidahim。
“Look，”saidEdmund，“lookatthetoesofmyboots。”
“Theylookabityellow，”begaace。
“They&#old，solidgold，”iedEdmund。“Lookatthem。Feelthem。Theleather'spulledawayfromitalready。Andthey'reasheavyaslead。”
“ByAslan!”said。“Youdon'tmeantosay—?”
“Yes，Ido，”saidEdmund。“Thatwaterturnsthingsintogold。Itturhespearintogold，that'swhyitgotsoheavy。Anditwasjustlappingagai'sagoodthingIwasn'tbarefoot）anditturoe-togold。Andthatpoorfellowoom—well，yousee。”
“Soitisn'tastatueatall，”saidLualowvoice。
“hingisplainnow。Hewashereonahotday。Heuopofthecliff—eresittiheshaverottedawayorbeentakenbybirdstolih;thearmor'sstillthere。Thenhedivedand—”
“Don't，”saidLucy。“Whatahorriblething。”
“Andwhatanarrowshavewe'vehad，”saidEdmund。
“Narrowindeed，”saidReepiyone'sfinger，anyone'sfoot，anyone'swhisker，oraail，mighthaveslippedia。”
“Allthesame，”said，“wemayaswelltestit。”Hestoopeddownandwrenchedupasprayofheather。Theiously，hekhepoolain。Itwasheatherthathedipped;whathedreerfectmodelofheathermadeold，heavyandsoftaslead。
“TheKingwhoowhisisland，”saidslowly，andhisfaceflushedashespoke，“wouldsooofalltheKingsoftheworld。IclaimthislandforeverasaNarshallbecalledGoldwaterIsland。AndIbindallofyoutoseustknowofthis。NotevenDrinian—onpaih，doyouhear?”
“Whoareyoutalkingto?”saidEdmund。“I'mofyours。Ifanythingit'stheotherwayround。IamohefourasnsofNarniaandyouareuotheHighKingmybrother。”
“Soithasetothat，KingEdmund，hasit?”said，layinghishandonhissword-hilt。
“Oh，stopit，bothofyou，”saidLucy。“That'stheworstofdoinganythingwithboys。You'reallsuchswaggering，bullyingidiots—oooh!—”Hervoicedieda。Andeveryoshehadseen。
Acrossthegrayhillsideabovethem—gray，fortheheatherwasinbloom—withouthoutlookingatthem，andshiningasifhewereinbrightsunlightthoughthesunhadinfa，passedwithslowpacethehugestlionthathumaneyeshaveeverseen。IndesgtheseLucysaidafterward，“Hewasthesizeofa，”thoughataimesheonlysaid，“Thesizeofacart-horse。”Butitwashatmattered。Nobodydaredtoaskwhatitwas。Theyk>
Andnobodyeversaent。Theylookedatoherlikepeoplewakingfromsleep。
“etalkingabout?”said。“HaveIbeenmakingratheranassofmyself?”
“Sire，”saidReepicheep，“thisisaplacewithait。LetusgetbaboardatondifImighthavethehonourofnamingthisisland，IshouldcallitDeath>
“Thatstrikesmeasaverygoodname，Reep，”said，“thoughnowthatIetothinkofit，Idon'tknowwhy。ButtheweatherseemstobesettlingandIdaresayDrinianwouldliketobeoff。Whatalotweshallhavetotellhim。”
Butimuchtotellforthememoryofthelasthourhadallbeefused。
&iesallseemedabitbewittheycameaboard，”saidDriniantoRhinehourslaterwhereaderwasondersailaerIslandalreadybelowthehorizohiheminthatplalythingIcouldgetclearwasthattheythinkthey'vefoundthebodyofoheselordswe&#for。”
“Youdon'tsayso，，”answeredRhi'sthree。Onlyfourmore。AtthisratewemightbehomesooheNewYear。Andagoodthingtoo。Mybaccy&#abitlow。Goodnight，Sir。”