But the moment he thought this he realized that he didn‘t want to. He wanted to be friends. He wanted to get back among humans and talk and laugh and share things. He realized that he was a monster cut off from the whole human race. An appalling loneliness came over him. He began to see that the others had not really been fiends at all. He began to wonder if he himself had been such a nice person as he had always supposed. He longed for their voices. He would have been grateful for a kind word even from Reepicheep.
When he thought of this the poor dragon that had beenustace lifted up its voice and wept. A powerful dragon rying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a ght and a sound hardly to be imagined.
At last he decided he would try to find his way back to the hore. He realized now that Caspian would never have sailed way and left him. And he felt sure that somehow or other he ould be able to make people understand who he was.
