Caspian stared at the bundle. "Maybe Nurse wants a job?"
"Sire…" Trumpkin sighed. "You don't understand. Even with Prunaprisma gone, he is a risk. Should he resent the past—not unlike yours—and to just as you have done… Your Majesty, everything you have fought for could come to naught."
Caspian frowned. "What are you suggesting?"
"That there are families who would raise him without knowledge of his parentage."
"No. You mean well; but he's welcome in my house as long as he likes. But how did you say his name?"
The dwarf's mouth twisted in disdain. "Mephibosheth," he said.
