“You and I must lodge here， Edmund，” said Caspian. “We’ll leave your kinsman the bunk and sling hammocks for ourselves.”
“I beseech your Majesty.” said Drinian.
“No， no shipmate，” said Caspian， “we have argued all thatout already. You and Rhince” （Rhince was the mate） “are sailing the ship and will have cares and labours many a night when we are singing catches or telling stories， so you and he must have the port cabin above. King Edmund and I can lie very snug here below. But how is the stranger？”
Eustace， ver y green in the face， scowled and asked whether there was any sign of the storm getting less. But Caspian said， “What storm？” and Drinian burst out laughing.
“Storm， young master！” he roared. “This is as fair weather as a man could ask for.”
“Who‘s that？” said Eustace irritably. “Send him away. His voice goes through my head.”
“I’ve brought you something that will make you feel better， Eustace，” said Lucy.
