The next place they were to visit was quite near at hand， but they had to go a long way round in order to avoid a region in which Men lived. It was well into the afternoon before they found themselves in level fields， warm between hedgerows. There Trufflehunter called at the mouth of a little hole in a green bank and out popped the last thing Caspian expected.a Talking Mouse. He was of course bigger than a common mouse， well over a foot high when he stood on his hind legs， and with ears nearly as long as （though broader than） a rabbit’s. His name was Reepicheep and he was a gay and martial mouse. He wore a tiny little rapier at his side and twirled his long whiskers as if they were a moustache. “There are twelve of us， Sire，” he said with a dashing and graceful bow， “and I place all the resources of my people unreservedly at your Majesty‘s disposal.” Caspian tried hard （and successfully） not to laugh， but he couldn’t help thinking that Reepicheep and all his people could very easily be put in a washing basket and carried home on one‘s back.
