“Perhaps he was killed by a wild animal，” Lucy suggested. “It‘d be a clever animal，” said Edmund， “that would take a an’s mailshirt off.”
“Perhaps a dragon？” said Caspian.
“Nothing doing，” said Eustace. “A dragon couldn‘t do it. I ught to know.”
“Well， let’s get away from the place， anyway，” said Lucy. he had not felt like sitting down again since Edmund had ised the question of bones.
“If you like，” said Caspian， getting up. “I don‘t think anyf this stuff is worth taking away.”
They came down and round to the little opening where he stream came out of the lake， and stood looking at the eep water within the circle of cliffs. If it had been a hot ay， no doubt some would have been tempted to bathe nd everyone would have had a drink. Indeed， even as it as， Eustace was on the very point of stooping down and cooping up some water in his hands when Reepicheep and ucy both at the same moment cried， “Look，” so he forgot bout his drink and looked.
