Lucy had her diamond bottle out in a moment. Though only a drop was needed on each of Reepicheep’s wounds， the wounds were so many that there was a long and anxious silence before she had finished and the Mouse sprang from the litter. His hand went at once to his sword hilt， with the other he twirled his whiskers. He bowed.
“Hail， Aslan！” came his shrill voice. “I have the honour.” But then he suddenly stopped.
The fact was that he still had no tail.whether that Lucy had forgotten 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 see his tail， he strained his neck further till he had to turn his shoulders and his whole body followed. But by that time his hindquarters had turned too and were out of sight. Then he strained his neck looking over his shoulder again， with the same result. Only after he had turned completely round three times did he realize the dreadful truth.