“Ca.Ca.Caspian！” gasped Lucy as soon as she had reath enough. For Caspian it was； Caspian， the boy king of arnia whom they had helped to set on the throne during heir last visit. Immediately Edmund recognized him too. ll three shook hands and clapped one another on the back ith great delight.
“But who is your friend？” said Caspian almost at once， urning to Eustace with his cheerful smile. But Eustace was rying much harder than any boy of his age has a right to ry when nothing worse than a wetting has happened to im， and would only yell out， “Let me go. Let me go back. I on‘t like it.”
“Let you go？” said Caspian. “But where？”
Eustace rushed to the ship’s side， as if he expected to ee the picture frame hanging above the sea， and perhaps glimpse of Lucy‘s bedroom. What he saw was blue waves ecked with foam， and paler blue sky， both spreading ithout a break to the horizon. Perhaps we can hardly lame him if his heart sank. He was promptly sick.
