"Some fairer than others," Caspian jokes, and Drinian sighs.

"Shall I show you the forecastle, miss?" he asks, and escorts Susan toward the bow of the ship, where the great dragon's head rears, glowing gold in the sun. "Here, the sailor on watch would stand, keeping a sharp eye for pirates and other dangers."

"And Reep would often sit here, too," Caspian tells her. "We never did seem to sail quite fast enough for him."