“Hail, Aslan！” came his shrill voice. “I have the honor—” But then he suddenly stopped.
The fact was that he still had no tail-whether that Lucy had fotten it or that her cordial, though it could heal wounds, could not make things grow again. Reepicheep became aware of his loss as he made his bow； perhaps it altered something in his balance. He looked over his right shoulder. Failing to e his tail, he strained his neck further till he had to turn his shoulders and his whole body followed. But by that time his hind-quarters had turoo and were out of sight. Therained his neck looking over his shoulder again, with the same result. Only after he had turned pletely round three times did he realize the dreadful truth.
“I am founded,” said Reepicheep to Aslan. “I am pletely out of tenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unemly fashion.”
“It bees you very well, Small One,” said Aslan.
“All the same,” replied Reepicheep, “if anything could be done ... Perhaps her Majesty?” and here he bowed to Lucy.
“But what do you want with a tail?” asked Aslan.
“Sir,” said the Mou, “I eat and sleep and die for my King without one. But a tail is the honor and glory of a Mou.”
“I have sometimes wondered, friend,” said Aslan, “whether you do not think too much about your honor.”
“Highest of all High Kings,” said Reepicheep, “permit me to remind you that a very small size has beeowed on us Mice, and if we did not guard nity, some （who weigh worth by inches） would allow themlves very unsuitable pleasa our expen. That is why I have been at some pains to make it known that no one who does not wish to feel this sword as near his heart as I reach shall talk in my prence about Traps or Toasted Chee or dles：no, Sir—not the tallest fool in Narnia！” Here he glared very fiercely up at Wimbleweather, but the Giant, who was always a stage behind everyone el, had not yet discovered what was being talked about down at his feet, and so misd the point.
“Why have your followers all drawn their swords, may I ask?” said Aslan.
“May it plea yh Majesty,” said the ou, who name eepiceek, “we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our Chief must go without his. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honor which is deo the High Mou.”