“Lilies， your Majesty！” shouted Rynelf， standing up in the bows.
“What did you say？” asked Caspian.
“Blooming lilies， your Majesty，” said Rynelf. “Same as in a pool or in a garden at home.”
“Look！” said Lucy， who was in the stern of the boat. She held up her wet arms full of white petals and broad flat leaves.
“What‘s the depth， Rynelf ？” asked Drinian.
“That’s the funny thing， Captain，” said Rynelf. “It‘s still deep. Three and a half fathoms clear.”
“They can’t be real lilies.not what we call lilies，” said Eustace.