Apologies for delay, however…the reason for it was I was doing a complete overhaul of the original plot I had planned for this story. I can know most definitely say this will be a Susan/Caspian story and yes Susan will appear! – Just give me a little time to derail my original plot and incorporate the new one…so without further rambling – enjoy!
Sun and Shadow
Chapter VI
The council that morning had been one of the most routine of councils in a long time. However it had also seen the return in force of Lord Farzán.
The lords bereft of their most heated topic of Caspian marrying were reduced to discussing the more mundane topics.
There was no incensed arguing, no flinging insults or squabbling lords and no near brawls.
However Caspian couldn't enjoy the respite; his mood lingered still on the cruel disappointment that had been dealt to him that morning.
He was annoyed at himself for allowing his hope to rise so quickly and so unchecked. If he was so unguarded in schooling his emotions then he really had no one to blame but himself for the cold let-down that inevitably followed, Caspian thought firmly.
Drinian was more than aware of his King's distracted thoughts and kept throwing discreet meaningful glances towards Caspian, hoping to catch his eye.
However he never did as Caspian feeling the weight of his friend's gaze studiously did his best to avoid it.
Caspian instead let his gaze linger around the table on his gathered lords.
Lord Restor and Lord Cras it seemed were at odds again; through half-caught snide remarks Caspian gathered the source of the latest dispute was that their sons were to be facing one another off later in the games.
Lord Arvais with his great silver beard was currently stumbling through a rather tedious list of all the produce Cair Paravel had ordered extra for the tournament. No one could tell whether or not Lord Arvais was disapproving of the extra cost or approving of the pre-emptive measures, but nevertheless the elderly lord droned on it seemed endlessly, squinting at his roll of parchment.
Lords and advisors fidgeted around the table in poorly concealed impatience.
Nausus at Caspian's right was diligently scribbling away with a feather quill at a sheet of parchment, swiftly calculating the orders with admirable assiduousness.
A heavy deliberate sigh snapped Caspian away from watching the Faun work and his gaze alighted on the source of the sound further on down the table.
In his normal seat, his dark hair gleaming in the sunlight, clothed in fine hunter green robes Lord Farzán was glaring pointedly at Lord Arvais as he drummed his long ringed fingers against the table loudly.
Lord Arvais however was partially blind, partially deaf and was more often to be found asleep than awake these days. As such the elder lord was oblivious to the hard stares he was gaining as he continued with his monotonous list.
Caspian tensed slightly and his wait was short as Lord Farzán exploded a bare second later.
Explode was rather a grand term for Lord Farzán reaching the end of his patience; for in truth Lord Farzán never truly lost his temper…except that once.
Lord Farzán was good at keeping his emotions in check; it was the subtle changes over the years in his expression that Caspian had learnt to read that would alert him to the change in Lord Farzán's mood.
The hardening of his dark eyes in rage, the thin line of fury he would press his lips into or how he would often tilt his head to the right when he had thought of something ominously clever.
"Lord Arvais. This council has no need of you to finish this list." Lord Farzán interrupted the elderly lord, who stumbling over his words looked up blinking owlishly until his gaze rested on Lord Farzán.
Lord Farzán smiled caustically at him, "now do you have anything other that is actually worthy of note to say?" he demanded in an icy sneering tone.
Lord Arvais blinked again as it was clear he was ruminating over Lord Farzán's words, not yet recognising the insult. Caspian noted absently as Nausus huffed indignantly, dropping his quill to the table tetchily.
Caspian inhaled deeply, irritation clawing at him.
As King and chairing over the council it was Caspian who held the right to interrupt others, politely demanding that they get to the point or to propel the council onward. However Lord Farzán had been adopting an increasingly bold pattern of interrupting others and making comments, mostly insulting, that only the chair of a council should make and hence undermining Caspian.
However before Caspian could even formulate a response Drinian at his opposite side had spoken, his tone sharp and cutting as he glared daggers at Lord Farzán.
"The same could be said of you Lord Farzán? – Do you actually have anything worthy of note to say?" Drinian mimicked with an uncanny likeness to Lord Farzán's own clipped tone.
A ripple of murmurs sounded around the table and Caspian threw a brief frown at Drinian. Lord Farzán sent Drinian a black look but as usual restrained his emotions to show no more than that.
"Lord Farzán," Caspian began addressing the said lord coolly. Caspian could not be seen to be letting Farzán get away with this any longer. It lent Farzán a power he didn't possess and would make it easier for him to dominate councils Caspian wasn't present at; a potentially dangerous occurrence.
Lord Farzán looked to Caspian; a challenging glint to his eyes knowing full well the tricky position Caspian was in.
For if Caspian was to rebuke Lord Farzán he would also need to rebuke Drinian for inciting disputes; something he didn't want to do for he personally felt Farzán more than deserved it. But as King, Caspian needed to be seen as exacting fairness in his dealings by his subjects.
Caspian almost wished fleetingly for the chaos of the councils on his marriage status where he could be completely forgotten about without leaving the table.
Caspian fixed Lord Farzán with a hard stare, "you will cease to instruct members of this council on how to proceed. You are not chair of this council and you will not exact your actions over it as though you were."
Lord Farzán had paled in annoyance but in contrast his eyes seemed to burn with a sort of malevolent glee as he tilted his head respectfully, "my apologies Sire. It was not my intention to overstep my bounds. I beg your forgiveness," Farzán recited dutifully.
Caspian nodded in acceptance, knowing Farzán didn't mean a single word of it.
Caspian then took a deep breath, "Lord Drinian you will not insult another esteemed member of the King's council during session," Caspian ordered.
Drinian nodded stiffly, his jaw tightened in annoyance but Caspian knew his friend well enough to know that the irritation wasn't directed at him. Caspian only hoped that Drinian would hold his temper long enough until the council ended.
Looking to Lord Arvais who having finally worked out that Lord Farzán had insulted him was staring at the former Telmarine noble balefully.
"Lord Arvais you may continue," Caspian instructed reluctantly; he had no more desire to hear the tiresome list continued than anyone else but it was part of his duty to be aware of such matters. Nausus at his side picked up his quill once more in preparation.
A little of Caspian's dark mood dissipated as he smirked slightly, looking to Nausus who seemed almost eager to hear the rest of the list; the only one perhaps in all of Narnia.
The council eventually rounded to a close. Despite it seeming that the list would never end, it had and the last half hour of the council was spent rather productively.
It was approved that the Cair would be able to sustain the tournament though extra orders for supplies were to be made as soon as possible by Nausus' swift calculations.
An extra pay would be given to the servants and chefs and others who had worked so diligently. Farzán had objected to this but Caspian had overruled him by putting the matter to a vote.
Nausus had confirmed to the council much to Caspian's relief and Lord Farzán's barely concealed anger that his talk with the Galmian dignitary at the feast was more than substantial. It seemed that despite Lord Farzán's smooth talking the Galmians were in agreement with Caspian in securing a more meaningful resolution. Caspian left it with Nausus to organise a focused council with the Galmian dignitaries on the issue; the understood and unsaid agreement being that Lord Farzán would not be part of any such talks.
Lord Farzán found it hard thereafter to dominate the council as each time Drinian was swift with a rebuttal while still remaining within the dictates of courtly civility and the council chamber's rules. Caspian was thankful to his friend and very grateful for his return to the council chambers.
However Lord Farzán exacted his revenge when the council matters turned finally further south; to the slave raids in Archenland and the threat from Calormen.
Caspian had been hoping if he gave King Avrain enough time to soothe his pride enough to accept aid from the Narnian King then they could commence discussion soon. Caspian hoped to be able to convince King Avrain in the coming days to send most of his troops home to guard Archenland's borders.
Caspian let his gaze fall heavily on Lord Farzán as the issue was raised; he knew that Farzán had spent nearly the entire feast speaking with King Avrain. But Lord Farzán only smiled innocently, intoning regretfully that he and King Avrain had spoken of nothing of consequence.
Caspian clenched his jaw tightly in frustration; he couldn't out-rightly call Farzán a liar without proof in the middle of council and Lord Farzán knew that well.
It was fraying at Caspian's nerves to try and treat Farzán with the same respect he awarded all his councillors with each passing day.
However it had been one of the first lessons Professor Cornelius had taught him about becoming a good and fair king.
A king must treat all his loyal subjects fairly; those he loved dearly as brothers and those he perhaps loved less so.
It was no secret that Lord Farzán and King Caspian rarely saw eye to eye but apart from having differing opinions Lord Farzán was also viewed as an upstanding loyal denizen of Narnia.
Hence if Caspian was to suddenly treat Farzán like the sly conniver that he truly was it would seem that Caspian was punishing Farzán merely for having different opinions.
That was a dangerous and unfair thing for his people to think. The last thing Caspian wanted was for any of his subjects to think that they couldn't disagree with their king without facing repercussions.
Hence he had to treat Farzán fairly to show that Caspian would listen to all voices, even if they disagreed with him and that he wasn't vindictive and unjust in dispensing punishments.
Caspian could grin and bear it mostly – for the good of Narnia; the problem would come in trying to convince Drinian not to skewer Farzán on the end of his sword by the end of the council.
…
After the council Drinian and Caspian made their most grateful escape down to the soldier's barracks and training halls to enjoy a small perfunctory breakfast.
Nausus had graciously refused their invitation to join them, citing that he wanted to make the orders before he hunted down the Galmian dignitaries.
Both Drinian and Caspian had missed their breakfast that morning for evident reasons and the simple fare of golden-brown toast and savoury boiled eggs had both their stomachs rumbling appreciatively.
The food was of course nothing in comparison to the feast they would have missed that morning in the banquet hall, not that Caspian felt at all bereft by the knowledge.
Caspian was rather grateful; given the amount of different feasts the tournament would entertain it simply wasn't feasible or expected that Caspian attend every single one. And Caspian much preferred the simple meals shared with friends than all the indulgent dishes presented in the banquet hall.
Caspian almost choked on a slice of toast when Lord Nimien with his usual prowess seemed to appear out of the air itself and clapped him soundly on the shoulder.
"Aslan is good indeed! I am fiercely glad to see you lad," the sword-master enthused, his grey eyes twinkling brightly.
Caspian managed to swallow his mouthful of food and smiled up at his swords-master by way of response.
Eltre silently appeared behind Lord Nimien, his keen green eyes effortlessly distinguishing the gash that was mostly hidden beneath Caspian's dark hair and his golden crown.
He looked to Caspian inquiringly, the gentle question in his eyes asking how Caspian fared, but Caspian merely waved away the evident concern.
And instead when Eltre spoke it was to courteously wish Caspian a good morning in his usual formal way.
"And to you both a good morning," Caspian replied as both sword-masters' pulled up chairs to join them at their small table that was situated in a cosy alcove in the far corner of the training halls.
Lord Nimien of course was never as subtle as Eltre and nudged Caspian as soon as he sat down, fixing his young king with a hard discerning look, "how are you – truly?" he inquired searchingly.
Drinian snorted into his cup, "well he was late to morning council, clashed with Lord Farzán and was the first to race down here when I mentioned breakfast," Drinian teased.
"Oh well then he definitely is back to normal," Nimien announced fondly.
Caspian rolled his eyes as light laughter sounded amongst them all.
"I wish you would all stop behaving as though I just survived some life-threatening injury," Caspian chided lightly.
"It was precisely the fact that it was not so grave an injury that worried us so," Eltre said sagely, "your response to what was in all fairness just a rather nasty knock to the head was so severe. You must have slept for over ten hours and with a head injury you know that is a vital worry."
Caspian chewed contemplatively on another slice of toast; he didn't know why his reaction had been so extreme but all that mattered was that he had recovered, and in time, that the whole incident did not have to become public knowledge.
"How was Farzán making a nuisance of himself at today's council?" Nimien asked sourly.
Drinian scowled at the mention of Lord Farzán.
"His usual antics," Caspian answered vaguely, not wanting to dwell on the more unpleasant things.
His thoughts were already still mourning the cause of his own stupidity that morning and he did not wish to add to his grief.
The first official commencement of the games would begin with the show duels in a few hours' time and Caspian could not afford to appear looking completely grief-stricken.
"Who won the contest then?" Caspian asked brightly, forcibly changing the subject. They all noticed of course but none mentioned it.
"What contest?" Drinian asked instead.
"The contest between yourself and Lord Nimien concerning the number of dances at last night's feast," Eltre elaborated, catching on swiftly.
Drinian sent a pointed look towards Nimien who suddenly grinned widely, "inconclusive," Drinian stated resolutely.
"Oh come now, don't be a sore loser!" Nimien crowed happily.
"I am not being any such thing," Drinian replied firmly, "you failed to mention that your sister with her four nieces were at the feast. Hence you could dance with your nieces as many times as you liked without it appearing improper," Drinian said accusingly, waving a piece of buttery toast emphatically in the air.
Eltre and Caspian beamed, "improper?" Caspian echoed with an arched brow.
Drinian's cheeks took on a slightly pink tinge and they all broke down into raucous laughter much to the Captain's displeasure.
"If I asked one lady for more than five dances at a single feast she will be expecting a formal behest to court her within the week!" Drinian cried as he and Caspian engaged in a brief scuffle which involved a lot of shoving over the last piece of toast.
Nimien grinned, "in that case I am sure a lot of ladies will find themselves swiftly disappointed this coming week."
"Lord Drinian did I not see you dancing with Lady Trelsa; Lord Nimien's niece?" Eltre inquired innocently.
Caspian almost choked on the last slice of toast he had managed to victoriously swipe, for the second time that morning.
Lord Nimien's expression was black and thunderous as he glared fiercely at Drinian.
"One dance!" Drinian squawked in his defence, shooting a glare at Eltre whose green eyes were sparkling rather outrageously.
"One dance too many old friend," Nimien intoned ominously, "I will see you on the jousting field," he added, his lips curling into a wicked grin.
Drinian looked sullenly at them all; for Nimien being the better jouster was sure to beat him, for Eltre and his clever words and at Caspian – for stealing the last slice of toast.
"What was that?" Caspian inquired as he wolfed down the last of his slice of toast and having caught Drinian's indistinct mutter.
"I said the pirates were better company," Drinian told them all. The Captain had a brief moment to enjoy the effect his comment had on Nimien who was outraged that Drinian could be possibly comparing him to a pirate – again.
"No of course not Lord Nimien, dear old friend," Drinian soothed with a light chuckle as he moved his chair back from the table.
Eltre and Caspian exchanged knowing looks and smirks.
"I said you were worse than a pirate," and with those words Drinian vaulted from the table, Nimien's sudden cry of indignation following him.
"If you would excuse me Your Majesty, Eltre," Lord Nimien didn't wait for their reply as he swiftly rose to pursue Drinian.
"What is Lord Drinian up to?" Eltre mused with a quiet chuckle.
Caspian smirked into his cup before answering, "he's hoping to trick Lord Nimien into a sword duel by using Nimien's wounded pride against him," Caspian answered knowingly.
Caspian knew Drinian far too well to be surprised by his actions anymore.
…
"Very well Nimien; you've defended your niece's honour and your own a hundred times over. Do we really need to continue?" Drinian panted breathlessly as he leaned against the nearby wall of the stable, sweat dripping from his forehead in clear beads.
Nimien made no answer but evidently relented as he lowered his sword gratefully.
"Very well – but I shall still have my joust against you later on," Nimien warned.
Drinian groaned as he shot Nimien a brief dark look, "I had a feeling you would insist on it," he muttered.
Sheathing their blades both men exhausted and breathing heavily made their way over to the cobble-stone well in the middle of the courtyard.
Drinian reeled a bucket of ice-cold water from Narnia's deep underground streams and using the ladle provided he drank deeply a few huge mouthfuls.
Nimien swiped it from his grasp before he had not nearly had enough and water dribbled down Drinian's chin as he glared at the elder swords-master before snatching it back.
That simple action in itself almost resulted in the recommencing of their recent impromptu duelling that had spilled from the outer archery range targets to the stables. Huddles of plump chickens parading about in the stables' courtyards had suddenly gave off a cawing racket as they flapped their wings in a wild panic when Drinian and Nimien had descended swords clanging.
Nimien's steel-grey eyes narrowed in challenge as he wiped a hand across his mouth.
Drinian gave a loud exasperated sigh as he lowered the ladle from his mouth having drunk his fill.
"As much fun and good practice as it is to beat you old friend," Drinian began and Nimien snorted, muttering words to the effect that Drinian never beat him.
"I'm afraid I really must desist from any furthering of this duel," Drinian informed him with a grin as he offered Lord Nimien the ladle.
Lord Nimien quirked a curious brow as he turned to satiate his thirst before speaking, "not seeing a duel out to the end? – you really have been at sea too long," Nimien replied, enjoying the scowl that suddenly marred Drinian's face.
"I would gladly see this duel to completion with your inevitable defeat," Drinian countered icily ignoring Nimien's eye roll, "but I have King's business to attend to," Drinian finished resolutely and he began walking in the direction of the castle once more across the sprawling lawns.
The sun was high and hot above them in the blue expanse of sky. There a mere hint of a breeze that was not nearly enough. There was sure to be fainting ladies in constricting swathing garments and over-taxed young soldiers this afternoon Drinian mused absently.
"King's business, eh?" Nimien echoed aloud, walking at Drinian's side back towards the castle's training halls.
Drinian cast Nimien a side-long glance knowing only too well the other's inquisitive, rather downright nosy personality. Drinian refused to admit that his own was rather similar.
But all the same Drinian answered, "I'm arranging a private meeting of sorts for Caspian with Corl; you know the – "
"Yes I know; the lad that knocked Caspian over – King Avrain's grandson," Nimien interrupted and Drinian nodded with a mischievous smile before adding casually, "his tutor of course will bring him."
"Drinian…" Nimien intoned warningly, his expression solemn now.
Drinian frowned at the look of mild scolding Nimien was shooting him, "it was Caspian's idea!" Drinian declared defensively.
"You are playing with fire," Lord Nimien warned gravely, "and it is not your fingers that will be scorched if it goes badly."
"I love Caspian as my own flesh and blood. Do you think I would knowingly bring him pain?" Drinian rounded fiercely.
Lord Nimien's grey eyes flashed like striking flint for a moment before the spark of ire left them and he sighed deeply, "of course not. I do not question your love for our King," the elder swords-master conceded quietly.
"You have seen her! – She is a mirror image of Queen Susan!" Drinian exclaimed with a glint of excitement in his eyes.
"And you have spoken with her; she is not Queen Susan," Nimien countered firmly, annoyed by Drinian's foolish insistence. The Captain's good intentions would not make up for or excuse any pain Caspian would be made to endure.
"I am not insinuating that she is…" Drinian began resolutely, as they slowed to a halt mere metres away from where their duel had first begun when Nimien had caught up with Drinian.
"Then what are you insinuating Drinian my lad? – It is Queen Susan Caspian loves; what makes you think he will harbour the same feelings for a reflection, no matter how convincing of the woman he loves?" Nimien finally snapped.
For a brief moment it seemed that Drinian meant to make a fierce refute but he seemed to think better of it as he considered Nimien's words.
Drinian glanced up at the grand palace that glittered majestically in the bright sunshine.
"That was never my intention to try and engender such impossible feelings," Drinian confessed quietly, "I only thought perhaps it would be a fond reminder," he explained.
Nimien sighed heavily, "I do not think seeing one who looked so alike to Queen Susan would be a fond reminder but rather a bitter remembrance of what he has lost."
Drinian's shoulders slumped in saddened resignation, "I suppose I let my thoughts run unchecked. I only thought to grant him what small consolation possible before those useless councillors forced a wife on him by the end of this tournament."
Nimien smiled fleetingly in understanding; knowing that Drinian had of course only meant the best where Caspian was concerned.
"Well you should probably go and arrange the visit now anyway," Nimien prompted.
Drinian whirled to him, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"Caspian will eventually see her at some stage; better to get the event be it for good or ill over with now," Nimien advised.
Drinian grimaced as the thought occurred to him again that perhaps his grand idea would cause Caspian more pain than the pleasant reminder Drinian had envisioned it to be.
Drinian unquestionably had Caspian's best interests at heart; no matter how misguided his actions may yet prove to be.
It had begun the night of the welcoming feast when Drinian rushed to fetch Professor Cornelius, Eltre, Nimien and Nausus to escort Caspian into the banquet.
He had happened across her in the halls or more accurately he had almost bowled her over in his haste. She had been very gracious about it as Drinian had righted her, and she didn't even check Drinian when he had stared at her unabashedly for a good few moments in muted shock.
Drinian frowned; irked at himself now for being so careless especially when it was not he that would suffer.
Nimien suddenly clapped Drinian soundly on the back when he noted Drinian's brooding expression and he propelled them both once more at a leisurely pace towards the castle.
"Drinian my lad, if you go to the boy with a face like that to request an audience, Corl will think for sure he's killed the King," Nimien joked as he nudged the Captain.
Drinian however could only manage a fleeting troubled smile in response.
…
"Has King Avrain found out?"
"No."
"Does Princess Nieva know then?"
"No."
"Are we under attack and you haven't told me?"
"Wh – no!" Drinian answered resolutely as he threw a puzzled look towards Caspian.
Caspian sighed loudly as they made their way along the hallways towards the west wing of the castle and the designated room that had been arranged for the visit to Corl.
"Well something has happened and you're not telling me," Caspian said firmly, looking searchingly at Drinian who squirmed uncomfortably under the gaze.
"Nothing has happened," Drinian muttered unconvincingly and Caspian rolled his eyes.
"Are you worrying about your joust with Lord Nimien later on?" Caspian quizzed him teasingly.
That coaxed a more encouraging response from the Captain as he shot Caspian a rueful smirk.
Caspian grinned before the smile faded as they turned onto the last corridor and he looked to his friend intently once more.
"Drinian in Aslan's name tell me what is troubling you?" Caspian said half-laughing, half-serious.
"I'd rather not say Sire," Drinian replied and Caspian's hand shot out immediately to stall his friend.
"That is not at all encouraging," Caspian said frowning, "I was under the impression I was merely going to assure a young boy that he hadn't killed the King of Narnia. Should I be expecting an ambush or a declaration of war from King Avrain behind that door – otherwise why are you so uneasy?"
"I apologise for my distraction Sire," Drinian said earnestly, tactfully avoiding Caspian's questions, "we are just going to assure Corl of your recovery," he added.
Caspian sighed lightly, far from convinced as Drinian seemed to be guiltily avoiding his gaze.
Caspian had found himself in an improved mood since that morning when he woke. After breakfast he had gone to visit Professor Cornelius who he was slightly surprised to find was still confined to the healing wards.
At first he had been concerned that perhaps his old tutor had truly taken ill but it swiftly became clear what had occurred.
Mistress Reani being the intelligent and perceptive individual she was had quickly discerned that the professor was quite well and not needing of her medical attentions. This realisation in turn led the healer to determine the real reason for the evident distraction.
Hence for 'good measure' Mistress Reani was keeping the professor in the healing wards in short to teach him a lesson.
Caspian couldn't help the laughter that had bubbled to his lips as he espied Professor Cornelius propped up in one of the beds, his arms folded crossly and glaring sullenly at nothing in particular looking thoroughly bored.
But now Caspian found his slightly and somewhat forcibly lightened spirits were fast waning, as Drinian stood before him still avoiding his gaze.
"Drinian," Caspian intoned again wearily, "please friend do not let me worry unnecessarily."
Drinian's gaze snapped up as he looked positively horrified, the guilt in his eyes deepening, "by Aslan's Mane this is just awful!" Drinian exclaimed, muttering an oath under his breath as he ran an agitated hand through his dark hair.
"Drinian do I have to challenge you to a duel myself to get the truth out of you?!" Caspian cried, half-jesting.
Drinian closed his eyes for a brief moment, breathing deeply as he clearly collected himself, "there is naught for you to worry about that you don't already know about," Drinian assured him, meeting Caspian's gaze directly for emphasis.
Caspian breathed a quick sigh of relief, "thank Aslan for that. I was sure King Avrain had declared a price on my head or Lord Farzán had launched a revolt the way you were acting," Caspian said, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Drinian flashed him in return a poor imitation of an easy grin and Caspian shook his head.
"Drinian, you have never been able to conceal your emotions with any success," Caspian said gently, "however do you think you could manage the next fifteen minutes or so while I see to Corl? We are pressed for time today as it is," Caspian said, his brows knitted together in concern as he eyed Drinian carefully.
Drinian made a visible effort to shake off whatever it was that was bothering him and he looked to Caspian contritely, opening his mouth to no doubt make an apology but Caspian stalled him.
"Let us just see to this first and then I warn you – I will find out what is it that is vexing you so," Caspian enforced, the grim determination in the statement gentled by the evident concern in his eyes for his friend.
Drinian swallowed thickly, 'you'll find out sooner than you think Caspian' Drinian thought inwardly.
They both made their way down the smaller passage that was flooded with golden light from the tall windows that overlooked the sea on one side and the vast gardens on the other.
Reaching the door at the end Caspian subconsciously paused to straighten his tunic; a pale pearly blue in colour inlaid with silver thread.
He raised a hand to give the door before them a firm two raps that echoed in the quiet of the hall.
Then a female voice that Caspian recognised faintly in the recesses of his mind called for them to enter.
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