“I’ve never understood why they belong to Narnia，” said Caspian. “Did Peter the High King conquer them？”
“Oh no，” said Edmund. “They were Narnian before our time.in the days of the White Witch.”
（By the way， I have never yet heard how these remote islands became attached to the crown of Narnia； if I ever do， and if the story is at all interesting， I may put it in some other book.）“Are we to put in here， Sire？” asked Drinian.
“I shouldn‘t think it would be much good landing on Felimath，” said Edmund. “It was almost uninhabited in our days and it looks as if it is the same still. The people lived mostly on Doorn and a little on Avra.that’s the third one； you can‘t see it yet. They only kept sheep on Felimath.”
“Then we’ll have to double that cape， I suppose，” said Drinian， “and land on Doorn. That‘ll mean rowing.”
“I’m sorry we‘re not landing on Felimath，” said Lucy. “I’d like to walk there again. It was so lonely.a nice kind of loneliness， and all grass and clover and soft sea air.”
“I‘d love to stretch my legs now too，” said Caspian. “I tell ou what. Why shouldn’t we go ashore in the boat and send back， and then we could walk across Felimath and let the awn Treader pick us up on the other side？”
