Even though they are just his cousins, still, Eustace has to check his impulse to bow in the presence of the Narnian Kings and call them “Your Majesties,” which doesn’t go over so well in a grimy tea shop at a Reading train station. Peter and Edmund toss their caps on to the rickety table, pull off their school ties, and Peter leans in and asks quietly, “You were called?” as Edmund whispers, eager and keen, “Did you go Narnia?” Eustace is a boy now, not a dragon, a Mouse taught him to brave, and he learned compassion from a Lion’s claws, so even though it still feels like the odd hugging an American would do, he claps his cousins' hands and says in gentle tones, “I regret to tell you, my Kings, that your friend, King Caspian, has passed into Aslan’s Country.”