'I came back to fetch you,' said Philip, 'and now we'd better get along home.' 'You've got to do seven deeds of power before you can get home,' said Lucy. 'Oh! I remember, Perrin told me,' said he. 'Well,' Lucy went on, 'that'll take ages. No one can go out of this place _twice_ unless he's a King-Deliverer. You've gone out _once_--without _me_. Before you can go again you've got to do seven noble deeds.' 'I killed the dragon,' said Philip, modestly proud. 'That's only one,' she said; 'there are six more.' And she ate bread and milk with firmness. 'Do you like this adventure?' he asked abruptly. 'It's more interesting than anything that ever happened to me,' she said. 'If you were nice I should like it awfully. But as it is----' 'I'm sorry you don't think I'm nice,' said he. 'Well, what do _you_ think?' she said. Philip reflected. He did not want not to be nice. None of us do. Though you might not think it to see how some of us behave. True politeness, he remembered having been told, consists in showing an interest in other people's affairs. 'Tell me,' he said, very much wishing to be polite and nice. 'Tell me what happened after I--after I--after you didn't come down the ladder with me.' 'Alone and deserted,' Lucy answered promptly, 'my sworn friend having hooked it and left me, I fell down, and both my hands were full of gravel, and the fierce soldiery surrounded me.' 'I thought you were coming just behind me,' said Philip, frowning. 'Well, I wasn't.' 'And then.' 'Well, then---- You _were_ silly not to stay. They surrounded me--the soldiers, I mean--and the captain said, "Tell me the truth. Are you a Destroyer or a Deliverer?" So, of course, I said I wasn't a destroyer, whatever I was; and then they took me to the palace and said I could be a Princess till the Deliverer King turned up. They said,' she giggled gaily, 'that my hair was the hair of a Deliverer and not of a Destroyer, and I've been most awfully happy ever since. Have you?' 'No,' said Philip, remembering the miserable feeling of having been a coward and a sneak that had come upon him when he found that he had saved his own skin and left Lucy alone in an unknown and dangerous world; 'not exactly happy, I shouldn't call it.' 'It's beautiful being a Princess,' said Lucy. 'I wonder what your next noble deed will be. I wonder whether I could help you with it?' She looked wistfully at him. 'If I'm going to do noble deeds I'll do them. I don't want any help, thank you, especially from girls,' he answered. 'I wish you did,' said Lucy, and finished her bread and milk. Philip's bowl also was empty. He stretched arms and legs and neck. 'It is rum,' he said; 'before this began I never thought a thing like this _could_ begin, did you?'