The Daughter of Eve lifts her hand and waves, and the young man looks up, his expression brightening as he recognizes her. As he does so, Reepicheep gasps.
Only his courtliness keeps him from dashing to the lake without another word; he turns to the girl beside him and looks up. "Pray, excuse me," he says, as politely as if he were not visibly thrumming with joy and anticipation. "I believe I see an acquaintance of mine."
He sketches a short bow and is off like a shot, his dark-furred little body arrowing in long bounds towards the Man, whose glance shifts from Susan to the Mouse racing toward him.
"Good heavens," Caspian says, blankly. "It can't be Reepicheep?"
"Sire!" The Mouse is panting for breath by the time he pulls up by the boat. "My King! I thought never to set eyes on you again, not until – "
A thought strikes him, and he stiffens with dread; were he a human, he would be pale as salt. "Sire, I hoped that when we met again you would have lived a long, full life – what has happened? And I not there to defend you – !"
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Only his courtliness keeps him from dashing to the lake without another word; he turns to the girl beside him and looks up. "Pray, excuse me," he says, as politely as if he were not visibly thrumming with joy and anticipation. "I believe I see an acquaintance of mine."
He sketches a short bow and is off like a shot, his dark-furred little body arrowing in long bounds towards the Man, whose glance shifts from Susan to the Mouse racing toward him.
"Good heavens," Caspian says, blankly. "It can't be Reepicheep?"
"Sire!" The Mouse is panting for breath by the time he pulls up by the boat. "My King! I thought never to set eyes on you again, not until – "
A thought strikes him, and he stiffens with dread; were he a human, he would be pale as salt. "Sire, I hoped that when we met again you would have lived a long, full life – what has happened? And I not there to defend you – !"