“Here goes, then！”said Eustad they all began to eat.
What was the fruit like?Unfortunately no one describe a taste.All I say is that, pared with tho fruits, the freshest grapefruit you’ve ever eaten was dull, and the juiciest e was dry, and the most melting pear was hard and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.And there were no eds or stones, and no s.If you had oen that fruit, all the hings in this world would taste like medies after it.But I ’t describe it.You ’t find out what it is like unless you get to that try and taste it for yourlf.
When they had eaten enough, Eustace said to Kier,“You haven’t yet told us how you got here.You were just going to, when King Tirian turned up.”
“There’s not much to tell,”said Peter.“Edmund and I were standing on the platform and we saw your train ing in.I remember thinking it was taking the bend far too fast.And I remember thinking how funny it was that our people were probably in the same train though Lucy didn’t know about it—”
“Here goes, then！”said Eustad they all began to eat.
What was the fruit like?Unfortunately no one describe a taste.All I say is that, pared with tho fruits, the freshest grapefruit you’ve ever eaten was dull, and the juiciest e was dry, and the most melting pear was hard and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.And there were no eds or stones, and no s.If you had oen that fruit, all the hings in this world would taste like medies after it.But I ’t describe it.You ’t find out what it is like unless you get to that try and taste it for yourlf.
When they had eaten enough, Eustace said to Kier,“You haven’t yet told us how you got here.You were just going to, when King Tirian turned up.”
“There’s not much to tell,”said Peter.“Edmund and I were standing on the platform and we saw your train ing in.I remember thinking it was taking the bend far too fast.And I remember thinking how funny it was that our people were probably in the same train though Lucy didn’t know about it—”
“Your people, High King?”said Tirian.
“I mean my Father and Mother—Edmund’s and Lucy’s and mine.”
“Why were they?”asked Jill.“You don’t mean to say they know about Narnia?”
“Oh no, it had nothing to do with Narnia.They were on their way to Bristol.I’d only heard they were going that m.But Edmund said they’d be bound to be going by that train.”（Edmund was the sort of person who knows about railways.）