There was rather a sheepish silence and then the crew made their bows and moved away， one in this direction and one in that， but mostly in little knots or bunches， talking.
“And now for the Lord Rhoop，” said Caspian.
But turning to the head of the table he saw that Rhoop was already there. He had arrived， silent and unnoticed， while the discussion was going on， and was seated beside the Lord Argoz. The daughter of Ramandu stood beside him as if she had just helped him into his chair； Ramandu stood behind him and laid both his hands on Rhoop’s grey head. Even in daylight a faint silver light came from the hands of the star. There was a smile on Rhoop‘s haggard face. He held out one of his hands to Lucy and the other to Caspian. For a moment it looked as if he were going to say something. Then his smile brightened as if he were feeling some delicious sensation， a long sigh of contentment came from his lips， his head fell forward， and he slept.
“Poor Rhoop，” said Lucy. “I am glad. He must have had terrible times.”
“Don’t let‘s even think of it，” said Eustace.
