Reepicheep looks impressed, though his understanding of twenty-nine generations is a good deal shorter than that of the humans here.

"Like Rhindon, Reep," Caspian says, referring to the sword of High King Peter, which the High King had gifted to him on his coronation day. "This would be like having something passed down in your family from the Golden Age to yours and mine."

"A treasure indeed," Reepicheep says. "And in fine condition still."