IN THE FOURTH YEAR OF HIS REIGN.
HERE， AS WE SUPPOSE， THE LORD OCTESIAN HAD HIS DEATH.
It would be nice， and fairly true， to say that “from that time forth Eustace was a different boy”. To be strictly accurate， he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.
The Lord Octesian‘s arm.ring had a curious fate. Eustace did not want it and offered it to Caspian， and Caspian offered it to Lucy. She did not care about having it. “Very well， then， catch as catch can，” said Caspian and flung it up in the air. This was when they were all standing looking at the inscription. Up went the ring， flashing in the sunlight， and caught， and hung， as neatly as a well.thrown quoit， on a little projection on the rock. No one could climb up to get it from below and no one could climb down to get it from above. And there， for all I know， it is hanging still and may hang till that world ends.
Two Narrow Escapes