Hardly a word was spoken on board all that day， till about dinner.time （no one wanted any dinner， the water was enough for them） Drinian said：
“I can’t understand this. There is not a breath of wind.
he sail hangs dead. The sea is as flat as a pond. And yet werive on as fast as if there were a gale behind us.”
“I‘ve been thinking that， too，” said Caspian. “We must be aught in some strong current.”
“H’m，” said Edmund. “That‘s not so nice if the Worldeally has an edge and we’re getting near it.”
“You mean，” said Caspian， “that we might be just.well， oured over it？”
“Yes， yes，” cried Reepicheep， clapping his paws together.
That‘s how I’ve always imagined it.the World like a reat round table and the waters of all the oceans endlessly ouring over the edge. The ship will tip up.stand on her ead.for one moment we shall see over the edge.and hen， down， down， the rush， the speed.““And what do you think will be waiting for us at theottom， eh？” said Drinian.
“Aslan‘s countr y perhaps，” said the Mouse， his eyes hining. “Or perhaps there isn’t any bottom. Perhaps it goes own for ever and ever. But whatever it is， won‘t it be worth nything just to have looked for one moment beyond the dge of the world？”
