"The very same. And it was Reepicheep, you know, who at last devised a way to defeat it."

He shows her about the deck, encouraging her to run her fingers over this piece of brightwork or that coiled line, then brings her to steering so she can see the great polished wheel that set the Treader on her course. "She's much smaller than other ships, of course," he tells Susan, "but far too large to be steered with a tiller, as the Hope is."