Slowly the door opened again and out there came a figure as tall and straight as the girl’s but not so slender．It carried no light but light seemed to come from it．As it came nearer，Lucy saw that it was like an old man．His silver beard came down to his bare feet in front and his saver hair hung down to his heels behind and his robe appeared to be made from the fleece of silver sheep．He looked so mild and grave that once more all the travellers rose to their feet and stood in silence．

But the old man came on without speaking to the travellers and stood on the other side of the table opposite to his daughter．Then both of them held up their arms before them and turned to face the east．In that position the began to sing．I wish I could write down the song，but one who was present could remember it．Lucy said afterwards that it was high，almost shrill，but very beautiful，cold kind of song，an early morning kind of song．And they sang， the grey clouds lifted from the eastern sky a the white patches grew bigger and bigger till it was white，and the sea began to shine like silver．And long afterwardsbut those two sang all the timethe east began to turn red and at last，unclouded，the sun came up out the sea and its long level ray shot down the length of the table on the gold and silver sand on the Stone Knife．

Once or twice before，the Narnians had wondered whether the sun at its rising did not look bigger in these seas than it had looked at home．This time they we certain．There was no mistaking it．And the brightness its ray on the dew and on the table was far beyond an．mornin