The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Movie Review
The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader Review Release date They join their old chum Caspian (Barnes) on the Dawn Treader, voyaging beyond Narnia's seas to search out seven lost Lords. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is a high fantasy novel for children by C. S. Lewis, published by Geoffrey Bles in It was the third published of seven novels in The Chronicles of Narnia Publication date The Dawn Treader is the ship of Caspian X, King of Narnia, whom Edmund and Lucy (along with Peter and . They were very up-to-date and advanced people. And of course they were talking about Narnia, which was the name of their own private He, just like Caspian, wanted to lay the Dawn Treader alongside the slave-ship at.
Differences between British and American editions[ edit ] Several weeks or months after reading the proofs for the British edition of The Chronicles,[ clarification needed ] Lewis read through the proofs for the American edition. While doing so, he made several changes to the text. When HarperCollins took over publication of the series in they made the unusual decision to ignore the changes that Lewis had made and use the earlier text as the standard for their editions.
The minor change appears in the first chapter where Lewis changes the description of Eustace from "far too stupid to make anything up himself" to "quite incapable of making anything up himself". Paul Ford, author of Companion to Narnia, suggests that Lewis might have felt the need to soften the passage for his American readers or perhaps he was starting to like Eustace better. Lewis, notes that the passage should have been changed in both cases as "calling a character 'stupid' in a children's book is insensitive and unwise".
The more substantive change appears in Chapter 12, "The Dark Island", where Lewis rewrote the ending in a way that, Schakel maintains, improves the imaginative experience considerably.Narnia: Voyage of the DawnTreader Movie Clip "Dufflepuds" Official (HD)
The reader cannot [in this version] dismiss the island as unreal or as no longer existing: More important, the inserted analogy, with its second-person pronouns, draws readers into the episode and evokes in them the same emotions the characters experience. This is no laughing matter, as the earlier version risks making it.
And all at once everybody realized that there was nothing to be afraid of and never had been. They blinked their eyes and looked about them. The brightness of [ And then first one, and then another, began laughing. In a few moments [ And just as there are moments when simply to lie in bed and see the daylight pouring through your window and to hear the cheerful voice of an early postman or milkman down below and to realise that it was only a dream: Aslan is a great lion and the highest of all the Kings of Narnia.
He tests everyone's faith as they embark on a voyage to defeat evil and to seek his country in the ends of the world. He later guides Reepicheep to his own country. A former queen of Charn who ruled Narnia after the events of The Magician's Nephew and during the events of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe until she was killed by the great lion, Aslan. Aboard the Dawn Treader, Edmund's memories of her are revived by the Green Mist which manifest into her image to torment him in his test to overcome his fears.
Laura Brent as Lilliandil: Lilliandil is the daughter of the retired star, Ramandu and the Blue Star that shines over Ramandu's Island; the crew on the Dawn Treader follow her position in the sky to reach the island. She aides the crew in destroying the evil of Dark Island and is also Caspian's love interest. The name of Ramandu's daughter is not mentioned in the novel; Douglas GreshamLewis's stepson and literary executor, and an executive producer of the film, coined the name "Lilliandil".
Coriakin is a wizard and a retired star who guides the Dufflepuds to wisdom. He reveals to the crew the evil that threatens to corrupt Narnia and warns them that each one of them will be tested in their faith by Aslan. Terry Norris as Lord Bern: He later succeeds as its new Governor. Rhoop of the Lost Lords of Narnia. He gets trapped on the Dark Island. Gael is a Lone Islander whose mother was sacrificed to the green mist. She later sneaks on board the Dawn Treader to follow her father Rhince, played by Arthur Angelwho also joins the Dawn Treader crew to look for his wife.
She is good friends with Lucy and sees her as her heroine, as Lucy acts much like a big sister to her. The late father of Caspian X, who was murdered by his brother Miraz shortly after his son's birth. The Green Mist of Dark Island appears to Caspian as his father, telling him that he is ashamed to call him his son. He was too old to experience the wonders of Narnia after the events of Prince Caspian.
Susan is the second-oldest of the Pevensie children and a Queen of Narnia. She was too old to visit Narnia a third time along with her older brother Peter. She went to America with her parents, leaving her younger siblings to spend a not-so-fun holiday with their cousin Eustace. Douglas Gresham is the stepson of C. Colin Moody as Pug, a slave-trader. Richard TaylorIsis Mussenden, and Howard Berger continued their roles working on the production design and practical effects, while visual effects supervisor Jim Rygielcomposer David Arnoldand cinematographer Dante Spinotti are newcomers to the series.
The Far Side of the World. The Los Angeles Times also reported "creative differences" led to the split. Fox had pursued the Narnia film rights in and distributed other Walden projects. At first the only people who cheered were those who had been warned by Bern's messenger and knew what was happening and wanted it to happen. But then all the children joined in because they liked a procession and had seen very few.
And then all the schoolboys joined in because they also liked processions and felt that the more noise and disturbance there was the less likely they would be to have any school that morning. And then all the old women put their heads out of doors and windows and began chattering and cheering because it was a king, and what is a governor compared with that? And all the young women joined in for the same reason and also because Caspian and Drinian and the rest were so handsome.
And then all the young men came to see what the young women were looking at, so that by the time Caspian reached the castle gates, nearly the whole town was shouting; and where Gumpas sat in the castle, muddling and messing about with accounts and forms and rules and regulations, he heard the noise. At the castle gate Caspian's trumpeter blew a blast and cried, "Open for the king of Narnia, come to visit his trusty and well-beloved servant the governor of the Lone Islands.
Only the little postern opened and out came a tousled fellow with a dirty old hat on his head instead of a helmet, and a rusty old pike in his hand. He blinked at the flashing figures before him. Wot's it all about?
Two of Caspian's men stepped through the postern and after some struggling with bars and bolts for everything was rusty flung both wings of the gate wide open. Then the king and his followers strode into the courtyard. Here a number of the governor's guards were lounging about and several more they were mostly wiping their mouths came tumbling out of various doorways. Though their armour was in a disgraceful condition, these were fellows who might have fought if they had been led or had known what was happening; so this was the dangerous moment.
Caspian gave them no time to think. If it were not for that, I should have something to say about the state of your men's armour and weapons.
As it is, you are pardoned. Command a cask of wine to be opened that your men may drink our health. But at noon to-morrow I wish to see them here in this courtyard looking like men at arms and not like vagabonds. See to it on pain of our extreme displeasure. Caspian then ordered most of his own men to remain in the courtyard.
He, with Bern and Drinian and four others, went into the hall. Behind a table at the far end with various secretaries about him sat his Sufficiency, the governor of the Lone Islands. Gumpas was a bilious looking man with hair that had once been red and was now mostly grey. He glanced up as the strangers entered and then looked down at his papers saying automatically, "No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten p.
Bern and Drinian took a step forward and each seized one end of the table. They lifted it, and flung it on one side of the hall where it rolled over, scattering a cascade of letters, dossiers, ink-pots, pens, sealing-wax and documents.
Then, not roughly but as firmly as if their hands were pincers of steel, they plucked Gumpas out of his chair and deposited him, facing it, about four feet away. Caspian at once sat down in the chair and laid his naked sword across his knees. We are the King of Narnia.
We have not been notified of any such thing. Happy to consider any applications——" "And we are come to inquire into your Sufficiency's conduct of your office," continued Caspian. Firstly I find no record that the tribute due from these Islands to the crown of Narnia has been received for about a hundred and fifty years.
Had he known that Caspian had only one ship and one ship's company with him, he would have spoken soft words for the moment, and hoped to have them all surrounded and killed during the night.
But he had seen a ship of war sail down the straits yesterday and seen it signalling, as he supposed, to its consorts. He had not then known it was the king's ship for there was not wind enough to spread the flag out and make the golden lion visible, so he had waited further developments.
Now he imagined that Caspian had a whole fleet at Bernstead. It would never have occurred to Gumpas that anyone would walk into Narrowhaven to take the islands with less than fifty men; it was certainly not at all the kind of thing he could imagine doing himself. Our present burst of prosperity depends on it. Sell 'em to Calormen mostly; and we have other markets. We are a great centre of the trade.
Tell me what purpose they serve except to put money into the pockets of such as Pug? I have statistics, I have graphs, I have——" "Tender as my years may be," said Caspian, "I believe I understand the slave trade from within quite as well as your Sufficiency. And I do not see that it brings into the islands meat or bread or beer or wine or timber or cabbages or books or instruments of music or horses or armour or anything else worth having.
But whether it does or not, it must be stopped. This trade must stop. My Lord Bern, come here. But before noon to-morrow you and yours must be out of the castle, which is now the Duke's residence. The question before us really is——" "The question is," said the Duke, "whether you and the rest of the rabble will leave without a flogging or with one.
You may choose which you prefer. It was a long low building near the harbour and the scene which they found going on inside was very much like any other auction; that is to say, there was a great crowd and Pug, on a platform, was roaring out in a raucous voice: Fine Terebinthian agricultural labourer, suitable for the mines or the galleys.
Under twenty-five years of age. Not a bad tooth in his head. Take off his shirt, Tacks, and let the gentlemen see. There's muscle for you!
Look at the chest on him. Ten crescents from the gentleman in the corner. You must be joking, sir. Eighteen is bidden for lot twenty-three. Any advance on eighteen? Twenty-one is bidden——" But Pug stopped and gaped when he saw the mail-clad figures who had clanked up to the platform. Everyone heard the horses jingling and stamping outside and many had heard some rumour of the landing and the events at the castle.
Those who did not were pulled down by their neighbours. The slave trade was forbidden in all our dominions quarter of an hour ago. I declare every slave in this market free. They had all been sold but the men who had bought them were staying to bid for other slaves and so they had not been taken away yet. The crowd parted to let the three of them out and there was great hand-clasping and greeting between them and Caspian. Two merchants of Calormen at once approached.
The Calormenes have dark faces and long beards. They wear flowing robes and orange-coloured turbans, and they are a wise, wealthy, courteous, cruel and ancient people. They bowed most politely to Caspian and paid him long compliments, all about the fountains of prosperity irrigating the gardens of prudence and virtue—and things like that—but of course what they wanted was the money they had paid.
Pug, bring out your takings to the last minim. But where is my other friend? Glad to have him off my hands. I never see such a drug in the market in all my born days. Priced him at five crescents in the end and even so nobody'd have him. Threw him in free with other lots and still no one would have him.
Wouldn't look at him. Tacks, bring out Sulky. He walked up to Caspian and said, "I see. Been enjoying yourself somewhere while the rest of us were prisoners. I suppose you haven't even found out about the British Consul. But it could not really be to-morrow or anything like it. For now they were preparing to leave all known lands and seas behind them and the fullest preparations had to be made. The Dawn Treader was emptied and drawn on land by eight horses over rollers and every bit of her was gone over by the most skilled shipwrights.
Then she was launched again and victualled and watered as full as she could hold—that is to say for twenty-eight days. Even this, as Edmond noticed with disappointment, only gave them a fortnight's eastward sailing before they had to abandon their quest.
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While all this was being done Caspian missed no chance of questioning all the oldest sea captains whom he could find in Narrowhaven to learn if they had any knowledge or even any rumours of land further to the east.
He poured out many a flagon of the castle ale to weather-beaten men with short grey beards and clear blue eyes, and many a tall yarn he heard in return. But those who seemed the most truthful could tell of no lands beyond the Lone Islands, and many thought that if you sailed too far east you would come into the surges of a sea without lands that swirled perpetually round the rim of the world—"And that, I reckon, is where your Majesty's friends went to the bottom.
Only one, to Reepicheep's delight, said, "And beyond that, Aslan's country. But that's beyond the end of the world and you can't get there.
Bern could only tell them that he had seen his six companions sail away eastward and that nothing had ever been heard of them again. He said this when he and Caspian were standing on the highest point of Avra looking down on the eastern ocean. And I've wondered about my friends and wondered what there really is behind that horizon. Nothing, most likely, yet I am always half ashamed that I stayed behind.
But I wish your Majesty wouldn't go. We may need your help here. This closing the slave market might make a new world; war with Calormen is what I foresee. My liege, think again. Very solemn farewells had been spoken and a great crowd had assembled to see her departure.
There had been cheers, and tears too, when Caspian made his last speech to the Lone Islanders and parted from the Duke and his family, but as the ship, her purple sail still flapping idly, drew farther from the shore, and the sound of Caspian's trumpet from the poop came fainter across the water, everyone became silent.
Then she came into the wind. The sail swelled out, the tug cast off and began rowing back, the first real wave ran up under the Dawn Treader's prow, and she was a live ship again. The men off duty went below, Drinian took the first watch on the poop, and she turned her head eastward round the south of Avra. The next few days were delightful. Lucy thought she was the most fortunate girl in the world, as she woke each morning to see the reflections of the sunlit water dancing on the ceiling of her cabin and looked round on all the nice new things she had got in the Lone Island—sea-boots and buskins and cloaks and jerkins and scarves.
And then she would go on deck and take a look from the forecastle at a sea which was a brighter blue each morning and drink in an air that was a little warmer day by day.
After that came breakfast and such an appetite as one only has at sea. She spent a good deal of time sitting on the little bench in the stern playing chess with Reepicheep. It was amusing to see him lifting the pieces, which were far too big for him, with both paws and standing on tiptoes if he made a move near the centre of the board. He was a good player and when he remembered what he was doing he usually won. But every now and then Lucy won because the Mouse did something quite ridiculous like sending a knight into the danger of a queen and castle combined.
This happened because he had momentarily forgotten it was a game of chess and was thinking of a real battle and making the knight do what he would certainly have done in its place. For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death or glory charges, and last stands. But this pleasant time did not last. There came an evening when Lucy, gazing idly astern at the long furrow or wake they were leaving behind them, saw a great rack of clouds building itself up in the west with amazing speed.
Then a gap was torn in it and a yellow sunset poured through the gap. All the waves behind them seemed to take on unusual shapes and the sea was a drab or yellowish colour like dirty canvas. The air grew cold. The ship seemed to move uneasily as if she felt danger behind her.
The sail would be flat and limp one minute and wildly full the next. While she was noticing these things and wondering at a sinister change which had come over the very noise of the wind, Drinian cried, "All hands on deck. The hatches were battened down, the galley fire was put out, men went aloft to reef the sail. Before they had finished the storm struck them. It seemed to Lucy that a great valley in the sea opened just before their bows, and they rushed down into it, deeper down than she would have believed possible.
A great grey hill of water, far higher than the mast, rushed to meet them; it looked certain death but they were tossed to the top of it. Then the ship seemed to spin round. A cataract of water poured over the deck; the poop and forecastle were like two islands with a fierce sea between them. Up aloft the sailors were lying out along the yard desperately trying to get control of the sail.
A broken rope stood out sideways in the wind as straight and stiff as if it was a poker. And Lucy, knowing that landsmen—and landswomen—are a nuisance to the crew, began to obey.
It was not easy.
The Dawn Treader was listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the roof of a house. She had to clamber round to the top of the ladder, holding on to the rail, and then stand by while two men climbed up it, and then get down it as best she could. It was well she was already holding on tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roared across the deck, up to her shoulders. She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was colder.
Then she made a dash for the cabin door and got in and shut out for a moment the appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark, but not of course the horrible confusion of creakings, groanings, snappings, clatterings, roarings and boomings which only sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop.
And all next day and all the next it went on. It went on till one could hardly even remember a time before it had begun. And there always had to be three men at the tiller and it was as much as three could do to keep any kind of a course. And there always had to be men at the pump. And there was hardly any rest for anyone, and nothing could be cooked and nothing could be dried, and one man was lost overboard, and they never saw the sun. When it was over Eustace made the following entry in his diary.
The first day for ages when I have been able to write. We had been driven before a hurricane for thirteen days and nights. I know that because I kept a careful count, though the others all say it was only twelve. Pleasant to be embarked on a dangerous voyage with people who can't even count right!
I have had a ghastly time, up and down enormous waves hour after hour, usually wet to the skin, and not even an attempt at giving us proper meals. Needless to say there's no wireless or even a rocket, so no chance of signalling anyone for help. It all proves what I keep on telling them, the madness of setting out in a rotten little tub like this. It would be bad enough even if one was with decent people instead of fiends in human form. Caspian and Edmund are simply brutal to me.
The night we lost our mast there's only a stump left nowthough I was not at all well they forced me to come on deck and work like a slave. Lucy shoved her oar in by saying that Reepicheep was longing to go only he was too small.
I wonder she doesn't see that everything that little beast does is all for the sake of showing off. Even at her age she ought to have that amount of sense. To-day the beastly boat is level at last and the sun's out and we have all been jawing about what to do. We have food enough, pretty beastly stuff most of it, to last for sixteen days. The poultry were all washed overboard.
Even if they hadn't been, the storm would have stopped them laying. The real trouble is water. Two casks seem to have got a leak knocked in them and are empty Narnian efficiency again. On short rations, half a pint a day each, we've got enough for twelve days. There's still lots of rum and wine but even they realise that would only make them thirstier. But it took us eighteen days to get where we are, running like mad with a gale behind us.
Even if we got an east wind it might take us far longer to get back. And at present there's no sign of an east wind—in fact there's no wind at all. As for rowing back, it would take far too long and Caspian says the men couldn't row on half a pint of water a day.
I'm pretty sure this is wrong. I tried to explain that perspiration really cools people down, so the men would need less water if they were working. He didn't take any notice of this, which is always his way when he can't think of an answer. The others all voted for going on in the hope of finding land. I felt it my duty to point out that we didn't know there was any land ahead and tried to get them to see the dangers of wishful thinking.
Instead of producing a better plan they had the cheek to ask me what I proposed. So I just explained coolly and quietly that I had been kidnapped and brought away on this idiotic voyage without my consent, and it was hardly my business to get them out of their scrape.
Very short rations for dinner and I got less than anyone. Caspian is very clever at helping and thinks I don't see! Lucy for some reason tried to make up to me by offering me some of hers but that interfering prig Edmund wouldn't let her. Terribly thirsty all evening. Still becalmed and very hot. Feeling rotten all day and am sure I've got a temperature.
Of course they haven't the sense to keep a thermometer on board. Woke up in the night knowing I was feverish and must have a drink of water. Any doctor would have said so. Heaven knows I'm the last person to try to get any unfair advantage but I never dreamed that this water-rationing would be meant to apply to a sick man. In fact I would have woken the others up and asked for some only I thought it would be selfish to wake them.
So I just got up and took my cup and tiptoed out of the Black Hole we sleep in, taking great care not to disturb Caspian and Edmund, for they've been sleeping badly since the heat and the short water began.
I always try to consider others whether they are nice to me or not. I got out all right into the big room, if you can call it a room, where the rowing benches and the luggage are. The thing of water is at this end. All was going beautifully, but before I'd drawn a cupful who should catch me but that little spy Reep. I tried to explain that I was going on deck for a breath of air the business about the water had nothing to do with him and he asked me why I had a cup.
He made such a noise that the whole ship was roused. They treated me scandalously. I asked, as I think anyone would have, why Reepicheep was sneaking about the water cask in the middle of the night. He said that as he was too small to be any use on deck, he did sentry over the water every night so that one more man could go to sleep.
Now comes their rotten unfairness: Can you beat it? And then Caspian showed up in his true colours as a brutal tyrant and said out loud for everyone to hear that anyone found 'stealing' water in future would 'get two dozen'.
I didn't I know what this meant till Edmund explained to me. It comes in the sort of books those Pevensie kids read. Said he was sorry for me and that everyone felt just as feverish as I did and we must all make the best of it, etc.
Stayed in bed all day to-day. A little wind to-day but still from the west. Made a few miles eastward with part of the sail, set on what Drinian calls the jury-mast—that means the bowsprit set upright and tied they call it 'lashed' to the stump of the real mast.
I stay in my bunk all day now and see no one except Lucy till the two fiends come to bed. Lucy gives me a little of her water ration.
She says girls don't get as thirsty as boys.
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I had often thought this but it ought to be more generally known at sea. Land in sight; a very high mountain a long way off to the south-east.
The mountain is bigger and clearer but still a long way off. Gulls again to-day for the first time since I don't know how long. Caught some fish and had them for dinner. Dropped anchor at about 7 p. That idiot Caspian wouldn't let us go ashore because it was getting dark and he was afraid of savages and wild beasts. Extra water ration to-night. When morning came, with a low, grey sky but very hot, the adventurers found they were in a bay encircled by such cliffs and crags that it was like a Norwegian fjord.
In front of them, at the head of the bay there was some level land heavily overgrown with trees that appeared to be cedars, through which a rapid stream came out. Beyond that was a steep ascent ending in a jagged ridge and behind that a vague darkness of mountains which ran up into dull coloured clouds so that you could not see their tops.
The nearer cliffs, at each side of the bay, were streaked here and there with lines of white which everyone knew to be waterfalls, though at that distance they did not show any movement or make any noise. Indeed the whole place was very silent and the water of the bay as smooth as glass. It reflected every detail of the cliffs. The scene would have been pretty in a picture but was rather oppressive in real life.
It was not a country that welcomed visitors. The whole ship's company went ashore in two boatloads and everyone drank and washed deliciously in the river and had a meal and a rest before Caspian sent four men back to keep the ship, and the day's work began. There was everything to be done. The casks must be brought ashore and the faulty ones mended if possible and all refilled; a tree—a pine if they could get it—must be felled and made into a new mast; sails must be repaired; a hunting party organised to shoot any game the land might yield; clothes to be washed and mended; and countless small breakages on board to be set right.
For the Dawn Treader herself—and this was more obvious now that they saw her at a distance—could hardly be recognised as the same gallant ship which had left Narrowhaven. She looked a crippled, discoloured hulk which anyone might have taken for a wreck.
And her officers and crew were no better—lean, pale, red-eyed from lack of sleep, and dressed in rags.