“In our world，” said Eustace， “a star is a huge ball offlaming gas.”
“Even in your world， my son， that is not what a star is but only what it is made of. And in this world you have already met a star： for I think you have been with Coriakin.”
“Is he a retired star， too？” said Lucy.
“Well， not quite the same，” said Ramandu. “It was not quite as a rest than he was set to govern the Duffers. You might call it a punishment. He might have shone for thousands of years more in the southern winter sky if all had gone well.”
“What did he do， Sir？” asked Caspian.
“My son，” said Ramandu， “it is not for you， a son of Adam， o know what faults a star can commit. But come， we waste me in such talk. Are you yet resolved？ Will you sail further ast and come again， leaving one to return no more， and so reak the enchantment？ Or will you sail westward？”
“Surely， Sire，” said Reepicheep， “there is no question bout that？ It is very plainly part of our quest to rescue hese three lords from enchantment.”
