Ah, good, it spoke. And the chivalrous manner suggested "he" might be a more appropriate pronoun in the future. Amazing how at Piers's age, a talking mouse really didn't seem quite that bizarre anymore. Though, perhaps it wasn't wise to think of himself as "old" when to most Lemurians he was still a young man.

"I'm Piers," he finally said, recalling that the mouse-- that Reepicheep, he had a name, had asked for his name as well. "And yes, but I'm not entirely sure how foul a cat can be if it acts like any other cat... maybe it's because I'm not from around here? Do you know this city very well?"