Friday, September 02, 2005

Three Cheers for Reepicheep

"Hurrah!" said a very shrill and small voice from somewhere at the Doctor's feet. "Let them come! All I ask is that the King will put me and my people in the front."

"What on earth?" said Doctor Cornelius. "Has your Majesty got grasshoppers - or mosquitoes - in your army?" Then after stooping down and peering carefully through his spectacles, he broke into a laugh. "By the Lion," he swore, "it's a mouse. Signior Mouse, I desire your better acquaintance. I am honoured by meeting so valiant a beast."

"My friendship you shall have, learned Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf - or Giant - in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with."
~C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian, 1951


She spent a good deal of time sitting on the little bench in the stern playing chess with Reepicheep. It was amusing to see him lifting the pieces, which were far too big for him, with both paws and standing on tiptoes if he made a move near the centre of the board. He was a good player and when he remembered what he was doing he usually won. But every now and then Lucy won because the Mouse did something quite ridiculous like sending a knight into the danger of a queen and castle combined. This happened because he had momentarily forgotten it was a game of chess and was thinking of a real battle and making the knight do what he would certainly have done in its place. For his mind was full of forlorn hopes, death-or-glory charges, and last stands.
~C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 1952


"But we must do something," said Lucy. "He may have got lost, or fallen into a hole, or been captured by savages."

"Or killed by wild beasts," said Drinian.

"And a good riddance if he has, I say," muttered Rhince.

"Master Rhince," said Reepicheep, "you never spoke a word that became you less. The creature is no friend of mine but he is of the Queen's blood, and while he is one of our fellowship it concerns our honour to find him and to avenge him if he is dead."

"Of course we've got to find him (if we can)," said Caspian wearily. "That's the nuisance of it. It means a search party and endless trouble. Bother Eustace."
~C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 1952


On this day:

1939 The first children evacuated from war-time London arrived at The Kilns, C.S. Lewis's residence.

1973 J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis's friend, colleague, and fellow Inkling, died at age eighty-one.


Note to The Window readers:

This weekend, this blog will celebrate its first birthday. Many thanks to all of you for reading along this year.

In the Lion's name, I bid you "Further up and further in"!


6 Comment(s):

At Fri Sep 02, 06:52:00 AM EST, Blogger Lisa said...

Happy Anniversary!

At Fri Sep 02, 07:37:00 AM EST, Blogger Bob said...

Happy Birthday...Anniversary...Thing!

At Fri Sep 02, 03:48:00 PM EST, Blogger MrKimi said...

Well done, Revie.

I always like reading about Reepicheep. It is interesting here to notice just how small he is. Some of the Pauline Baynes pictures make him about the size of a large cat but this is not how Lewis describes him (although drawing him as small as described would make a less interesting picture, perhaps).

At Fri Sep 02, 03:58:00 PM EST, Anonymous KiwiKimi said...

Happy anniversary to a Very Nice Page!

And a nitpick, sorry: JRRT died in 1973.

At Fri Sep 02, 06:02:00 PM EST, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thankyou Revie, for all your yearlong effort in bringing these so many and varied CSL excerpts to us. May you know, continually, the enabling blessings of the Father.
(Also, I admire and appreciate the presentation & your special illustrations !)

At Fri Sep 02, 07:49:00 PM EST, Blogger Arevanye said...

Thanks, everyone! And KiwiKimi--that's what I get for posting at 3 a.m. I've fixed my typo. :)


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