“By Jove， Ed，” said Peter. “I believe you‘ve got it. In that sense it really was hundreds of years ago that we lived in Cair Paravel. And now we’re coming back to Narnia just as if we were Crusaders or Anglo.Saxons or Ancient Britons or someone coming back to modern England？”
“How excited they‘ll be to see us.” began Lucy， but at the same moment everyone else said， “Hush！” or “Look！” For now something was happening.
There was a wooded point on the mainland a little to their right， and they all felt sure that just beyond that point must be the mouth of the river. And now， round that point there came into sight a boat. When it had cleared the point， it turned and began coming along the channel towards them. There were two people on board： one rowing， the other sitting in the stern and holding a bundle that twitched and moved as if it were alive. Both these people seemed to be soldiers. They had steel caps on their heads and light shirts of chain.mail. Their faces were bearded and hard. The children drew back from the beach into the wood and watched without moving a finger.
“This’ll do，” said the soldier in the stern when the boat had come about opposite to them.