From his perch in the crow’s nest of the Dawn Treader, Edmund surveyed his handiwork with a frown and a critical comment: “Logistically speaking, there’s no way this thing should fly.”

“Neither should a dragon!” Eustace answered cheerfully, which was a marvel in itself, but then he continued true to form: “Statistically, wind speed and aerodynamics are on our side—“

“Don’t start with the statistics again,” groaned Edmund, “or we’ll never get this glider launched before Lucy gets back up here, and you know—”

“She’ll want the first go,” finished Eustace with a rueful grin, “and isn’t that just like a girl!”