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"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different…"
- C.S. Lewis, "Prince Caspian" (1951)
Chapter 6 – Burning the Past – June 2315 – Narnia
As May unwaveringly turned into June, and spring shifted into summer, the earth grew hot under the sun and the winds blew harder and stronger. The days were longer and warmer, and the sky shone in a brilliant shade of blue from morning until dusk. The grass turned greener and the fields gleamed in bright yellow as the wheat needed to be harvested. Elsewhere, the salty sea water broke in waves across the sandy beaches and the white cliffsides glittered as the sun warmed the steep rocks. The sweltering heat alone would've been enough for even the most hardworking of people to lay down their tools and take a day to lay in the shade, but there was no time for such leisure, as there was to be crowned a new king of Narnia and Telmar this very day.
The farmers ploughed their fields in all haste, the seamstresses pricked their fingers on the needles twice as much as usual in their urgency, and the merchants closed their shops and market stalls early. Every child in school was let out before midday lessons, each of the settling Narnian creatures paused the building of their new homes and the newly awakened spirits of the forest and water curiously watched them all flitter about. The servants in the castle polished the silverware twice over, and the smell of the food from the kitchens reached every nook and cranny within the enormous castle. Wine had been tasted, gifts had been brought and guests had arrived every day for the past week. Ambassadors from Archenland and Calormen were to be expected, but even the smaller regions and islands had sent emissaries to behold the extraordinary event.
"Hags and harpies!" Trumpkin exclaimed from his spot in the shade of a giant peach tree. "All this hustle just for a boy-king?" He questioned as he smoked his pipe.
When Trufflehunter, who sat beside him, sent him a disapproving look, Trumpkin quickly backtracked.
"I mean, a good lad he is as he fought for us and all – the true King of Narnia he is – but even you, dear badger, has to admit all this work seems like an overexertion in this hot weather?"
Trufflehunter simply shook his head at his friend as he spoke warmly. "Dear dwarf, no one is more deserving of this attention than our King." He coughed as the smoke from Trumpkin's pipe blew into his furry nose. "Besides, a good celebration is just what everyone needs after everything that's happened. It could do us some good to make merry with our new countrymen instead of arguing with them in the council every day from dusk until dawn."
"Aye." Trumpkin sighed. "Those council meetings have truly been a pain in my hairy as-"
"There you two are!" Chirped Lucy as she stood in front of the relaxed pair.
Trufflehunter stood at once, bowing before Lucy. "Your majesty."
Lucy giggled at the badger. "There's really no need for the formality dear Trufflehunter." She turned towards the still smoking dwarf. "Now, up you get!" She commanded teasingly. "I need help retrieving my gift for Caspian, and everyone else is busy!"
Trumpkin and Trufflehunter did not dare groan or refuse the little Queen, but Trumpkin did grimace slightly as Lucy took his hand and bounced down the hall with far more energy than the dwarf had expected.
And so, the last two unoccupied souls within the Narnian border had been set to work.
Caspian wasn't hiding. Truly. He had just wandered off when the opportunity arose, and retreated to one of his secret spaces. It couldn't be called hiding, for he was going to go back to Doctor Cornelius and the seamstress in a moment – he just needed some time to be alone to breathe.
Caspian had never expected it to be this difficult. In truth he did not really know what he was expecting as his uncle had never really prepared him for his reign, and certainly would never have dreamed that Caspian would one day reign over both the Telmarines and the old Narnians.
When he had escaped with Destrier merely a month and a half ago, he thought the most troublesome part of his journey would be to unite the Narnians for battle and convince them to back his claim. When he, with the help of Trufflehunter and lady Philippa, had conquered the task, he thought that making an army out of the civilians would be the next impossible challenge.
But then, the Kings and Queens of Old had answered the call of the horn and joined his side. He did not know what to think of them at first – they were younger than he expected, and he had hoped they would come with an army at their disposal. He'd fought with High King Peter, seen the disappointment in King Edmund's eyes as he cowered before the image of the White Witch, and watched as Queen Lucy desperately tried to convince him, and the rest of their group, to wait for Aslan's aid.
Caspian had felt truly lost in their royal midst, as Peter and Edmund took charge, and although his own cleverness bought them valuable time and his effort in the finale battle was of great importance, he'd never felt more uncertain about becoming king. When lady Philippa died on the battlefield and the Pevensie clan were left to grieve, Aslan was there to guide him.
His presence was both intimidating and most welcome. The lion's wisdom was invaluable, though sometimes his words seemed like riddles and that the true meaning behind them were concealed from him. Aslan had left him with yet another challenging task – to establish a council to help him rule his subjects and keep the newly won peace. Thankfully, Queen Susan had entered the room like a thunderstorm, and just like a whirlwind had upturned the place and the people inside it. Once again, Caspian had received preciously needed help.
After Pippa's funeral, the preparations for his coronation had begun. Never before had Caspian written so many letters to foreign kings and lords, tried on so many different coloured tunics, or practiced so much formal dancing – both of old Narnian and Telmarine kinds of course. In between food-tasting, replying to letters and holding court for his subjects, he was still arguing with the lords in the council and keeping a lookout for the missing Telmarine noblemen.
The Kings and Queens of Old assisted where they could. Susan spent every moment with the council, Peter was in charge of the moving of settling Narnians, Edmund helped the wounded and kept the peace between the imprisoned soldiers, and Lucy made sure all of her attention was on the public – speaking with every creature, farmer and child she had the time for.
Caspian found that he liked them more than he had previously, and depended on them perhaps more than his uncle would have deemed appropriate. But Caspian did not care the least of what Miraz would've thought. He had never imagined it would be this difficult. He had never been more exhausted or overwhelmed in his life, but at the same time he had never felt so surrounded. Surrounded by warmth, laughter, guidance and safety.
So no, Caspian wasn't hiding. Truly. But at this moment, not even hours before Aslan would speak the words, place the golden circlet on his dark locks and declare him the one and only ruler, he just needed some space. For although he had received the greatest help from the moment he'd escaped into the night with Destrier, he would, from this day forward, have the responsibilities of the kingship thrust upon him. And that terrified him more than he ever dared to speak aloud.
They gathered in the middle of the courtyard. Old and young, rich and poor, Narnian and Telmarine. The cobbled space had been marvellously decorated with silk banners, flowers and colourful rugs to bring life to the normally dreary Telmarine structures.
Glenstorm and his sons stood proudly with their swords raised and gleaming. Trufflehunter and a flock of squirrels and mocking jays cheerfully chattered amongst themselves as everyone waited for Aslan to speak up.
Caspian knelt before the Great Lion as the Pevensies stood behind him with solemn expressions worn on their young faces. Doctor Cornelius held the golden crown in his hands as he had been given the honour of placing the circlet on Caspian's head once the words had been spoken and the oath had been taken.
Aslan cleared his throat and the congregation grew still; anticipation lingering heavily in the air.
"Do you Caspian, son of Caspian the Ninth, solemnly swear to bear the responsibility of the crown once it is bestowed upon you?" He began.
"I do." Caspian looked to the ground as he tried his best to speak with confidence.
"Will you guide, govern and protect your people to the best of your abilities?"
"I will." Caspian spoke louder this time, though his mouth was still a bit dry.
"Will you do your duties as an honest and fair-minded king, and let your courage and faith keep you strong?" Aslan continued as his golden gaze fixated upon the young man in front of him.
Caspian looked up and found that the lion's feline eyes calmed his swirling thoughts, and that the nerves in his stomach settled bit by bit. "I will."
"Will you do your duty as king to this nation and provide an heir to take your place once you have grown old and weary?"
"I will." Caspian clenched and unclenched his fingers unnoticed.
"Will you let your heart lead you and keep a just council?" Aslan thundered on, and Caspian was reminded of the lion's words spoken the night before; none of these vows are to be taken lightly, young one.
"I will." He answered calmly.
"Will you honour the promises you have made before me and these witnesses for as long as you shall live?" Aslan uttered the last vow before the silent congregation.
"I will." Caspian pledged with no uncertainty left in his being. The people around him brought peace and calm to his racing heart, and Aslan himself spoke with such assuredness that Caspian couldn't feel doubtful even if he wanted to.
"You have knelt before me as a prince. Now you shall rise again as a king."
Doctor Cornelius stepped forward and everyone watched in awe as the shining, bejewelled crown was placed upon Caspian's bowed head.
Caspian stood slowly, and with one last look into the glittering eyes of Aslan, turned to face the crowd. His gaze immediately sought, and found, the face of Queen Susan as she looked up at him with a small smile. He couldn't help but grin back as the hall erupted in cheers.
"Honoured Narnians and Telmarines." Aslan nearly had to growl to drown out the noise of the celebrating people. "I present to you Caspian the Tenth – King of Narnia and Telmar, and Emperor of the Lone Islands." Deafening shouts and cheers sounded the newly crowned king's name as Aslan finished his speech. "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen."
Caspian had never shaken so many hands or been bowed to by so many people before. Everywhere he looked he was met with glee and triumph.
Doctor Cornelius approached him with Destrier's reins in his hand and Caspian lovingly placed a hand on the stallion's muzzle. Behind him, the Pevensies carefully climbed onto their own horses as it was time to ride through the populated streets to show off the new king. Caspian placed his left foot in the stirrup and quickly swung himself into the saddle.
It was an extraordinary sensation, riding on Destrier's back through the streets to see the people – his people – respectfully bowing their heads and cheering him loudly forward. The weight of the crown was heavy on his head, but at this moment his heart was relieved of any burdens as the Narnians and Telmarines saluted him and his victory over his uncle.
Colourful pieces of paper and flowers of all kinds filled the air as men, women, children, beasts and creatures alike saluted the procession through the streets. Caspian grinned from ear to ear, and as he dared a quick glance over his shoulder, he could see that his companions were filled with the same kind of joy. Even Peter felt the exhilaration of the moment, and managed to crack a smile.
They rode through the streets for more than an hour so that everyone could get a good look at the young king. Once they had finally doubled back and reached the castle, they dismounted their horses and let them roam freely back to the stables for some rest.
Lucy bounced forward and quickly grabbed Caspian by the hand.
"Hurry up! You must open your presents before the feast!" She demanded with a toothy grin.
"Gifts… for me?" Caspian asked bewildered.
Edmund patted him on the back. "Of course, it's for you. You didn't think we'd give you anything in the honour of your crowning?"
"Well, I haven't-" Caspian cut himself off before he revealed to the Pevensies that never once had he received any gifts, apart from the obligatory well-wishes on his birthday from his aunt Prunaprismia. She'd always given him a small gift, but the look of indifference on her face as she'd hand him the present always overshadowed the actual content of the gift.
Lucy led him to a grand table adorned with four meticulously wrapped parcels of vastly different sizes.
"You'll receive more presents at the feast, but we wanted to give your ours in private. As a sign of our gratitude and love for you." Lucy explained. "I worked really hard on mine, you've no idea how hard it was to navigate the shops and find what I was looking for!" She declared proudly.
"That means she wants you to open her present first." Peter added playfully.
"She always needs to go first." Edmund mockingly complained.
"Shut it, you two." Lucy stuck out her tongue. "It's this one!" She said instead and reached for a parcel wrapped in blue silk.
Stunned, Caspian accepted the gift and carefully unwrapped it. Four books neatly rested in his hands as he'd finished with the silk. He traced the bulky spines and faded titles of the books as he realized they were all about Narnia during the Golden Age.
"That's a bit narcissistic Lu." Edmund peered over Caspian's shoulder to read.
Susan pinched his ear lightly. "I think it's wonderful Lucy."
"The only books I could find on the Golden Age were Doctor Cornelius' ones, and they were all practically fairy tales. It's probably the reason why I couldn't find anything in the shops." Lucy pointed out as she ignored Edmund. "I wrote directly to the palace at Anvard and explained Narnia's lack of books on the old history and they were kind enough to send these with their ambassador." She added, seemingly very pleased with her effort.
"It's …" Caspian was lost for words as these were the kind of books he longed to read as a child. "It's brilliant!" He finally managed with a grin. He accepted Lucy's hug as she beamed.
"I knew you'd love them!" She grew a bit quieter as she added: "I'd like to think this present is from Pippa as well as she was the bookworm and she loved reading about history as well."
"I shall treasure these books always, Queen Lucy." Caspian vowed.
"I would like to see if some of the books we stored down in the treasury beneath Cair Paravel has survived the centuries." Edmund wondered aloud.
Caspian nodded thoughtfully. "I should like to see the ruins as well."
Peter cleared his throat. "Well, if an excursion is to be made, you might as well open my gift next."
Caspian moved towards the largest gift on the table. It wasn't hard to spot what it contained as Caspian eagerly removed the wrapping. It was a new leather saddle for Destrier; complete with silver stitches, metal stirrups, a saddle blanket and a tan saddlebag.
"A truly tremendous gift, King Peter!" Caspian looked upon the blonde man gratefully.
"I hope you'll accept my apology for my behaviour with it." Peter added sheepishly.
"Of course, King Peter. It really is I who should-" Caspian began.
"Oh heavens, no more of that. It's all been sorted, right?" Edmund interrupted as he rolled his eyes and handed Caspian his gift. "Here you go. I had the blacksmith fashion it after my old set. I doubt I'd find all the pieces even if I tried."
Caspian watched in awe as the gilded chess set gleamed in the sunlight. Each chess piece was in solid gold with rubies instead of beads for eyes. He carefully held up a pawn to study it.
"It's glorious. Thank you, my friend!" Caspian shook Edmund's hand.
"I hope you play well, because I'm expecting a challenge." The two men grinned at each other.
"Come on, only one gift left to open!" Lucy clapped her small hands together in excitement and handed Caspian the last parcel.
"Don't be impatient Lucy. It's not very proper." Susan lectured, though a muted laugh escaped her full lips.
Caspian plucked at the delicately wrapped fabric with nimble fingers. As the content finally appeared in view, he stared at it in admiration.
"Oh, wow, it looks just like yours Su!" Lucy declared wondrously.
"That's sort of the point, I think." Edmund commented dryly.
Susan pinched his ear again. "Stop smart-mouthing, Ed."
Caspian held the maroon and bronzed coloured traditional Narnian longbow with a tight grip. The practical handle and gentle curve of the timber combined with the sheer beauty of the woodwork reminded him very much of Queen Susan. The bow's balance felt perfect in his hand as he drew the string and felt the vibration thrum in tune to his breathing. To own such an object – especially when it was gifted to him by her – made him feel pleasantly connected to her, as if they shared a bond by bearing identical weapons.
"Thank you, my queen." Caspian flushed at her attention as she handed him the quiver made of smooth ivory.
"It's as my brother says; you'd better practice. I expect to be challenged as well." Her lips spread wide in a grin, and Caspian couldn't help but blush and hope that he did not misinterpret the flirtatious tone in her voice.
"I'll look forward to another one of your lessons then, your majesty." He replied, whilst bending down to place a kiss upon her knuckles.
"Get a room!" Lucy let out a giggle, and Susan's cheeks turned beet-red. "It's too bad it's not Christmas. I bet I could hide a lot of mistletoes in such a vast castle." She added mischievously.
Edmund snorted, and Peter chuckled fondly at the memory of Lucy's annual yuletide antics.
Their merry gathering was interrupted as Trumpkin strode into the room, mumbling and looking over his shoulder as he approached the royals.
"Sheep and shipwrecks!" He muttered.
"What's the matter D.L.F?" Lucy asked the dwarf when he stopped in front of her.
"I've been sent by him to gather you in the ballroom. The feast is about to begin."
"Him?" Edmund inquired.
"Aslan, of course." Lucy answered as Trumpkin recoiled at the use of the name. "Poor D.L.F's still a bit frightened of him." She laughed, not at all intending to patronize her dear little friend. She knew that others were easily intimidated by the magnificent presence of the Great Lion – though personally his glory gave her comfort rather than feelings of unsettlement.
"I'm not scared!" Trumpkin added quickly. "It's just that he lurks around me as if I'm his next prey."
Peter looked at the ginger dwarf with a sympathetic, yet amused, look in his eyes. "That's his way; he's not a tame lion after all."
"Certainly, your highness." Trumpkin replied warily, and then added under his breath: "Maybe you'd feel differently if he'd bared his many teeth in your face at one point."
Dwarves were sons of the earth and that meant they were hard-headed creatures by nature, and not so easily swayed to the beliefs of others – Trumpkin was no exception and though he now believed Aslan to be real, and not an animal from myths or legends, he was cautious to accept the lion as his new deity. It truly did not help that he had so many sharp teeth. Trumpkin shuddered inadvertently.
Some hours later, near midnight, the new king had danced with what seemed like every available maiden on the continent and had spoken with every foreign diplomat he had been presented to, whilst also seeking refuge with the Pevensies whenever they got the chance to catch their breaths.
"Now I suddenly remember why being the second youngest of four isn't such a loss after all." Edmund smiled sympathetically as Caspian was whisked away by a lord from Calormen who insisted on introducing the king to his youngest daughter.
The music played loudly and the wine flowed easily from cup to cup. The music playing shifted from joyful Narnian tunes to elegant Telmarine songs as the night wore on and the celebrating people danced until their feet hurt, and talked until their throats were parched and in need of more wine.
Caspian had discarded his crown and removed his embellished doublet several dances ago, yet his head still ached and his skin shone with sweat. After thanking a family of foxes for their generous gift in honour of his coronation he quickly slipped behind a tapestry and escaped through a secret tunnel leading into his mother's favourite secluded garden. From there he walked with idle steps to reach an unoccupied balcony.
The balcony was dimly lit by several lanterns burning slowly in the warm night and the cool wind blew calmly across Caspian's face as he leaned on his forearms against the banister. He knew there would be fireworks soon, he always looked forward to the colourful sparks of pyrotechnics.
Somehow, he felt her presence before he saw her. Susan joined his side quietly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. They stood there for several minutes, not speaking a word and enjoying the refreshing gusts of air blowing around them. The celebrations could still be heard from the balcony, but the noise was faint due to the reclusiveness of their hideaway.
"Overwhelmed?" Susan finally said softly. "I know I was. Still am, in fact." She added.
"Indeed overwhelmed, overjoyed and overstimulated might be fitting words to describe my feelings at the moment, my queen." Caspian joked.
Susan's laugh caught his attention as he turned towards her fully. The contrast between them fascinated him as they appeared to be complete opposites. She was dressed in gold and crimson, her milky white skin freckled and flushed from the heat of the summer night. He was wearing clothes of dark grey and green, the tan skin of his body shone russet in the lowly lit lanterns.
His onyx-coloured eyes pierced her crystal blue ones, and held her gaze until she lowered her eyes and blushed slightly.
"Really, Caspian." She began after a moment of silence. "You ought to call me Susan by now. Are we not friends?" She teased. His answer made her heart pound into a frenzy behind her ribcage.
"We are whatever you wish, Susan." Perhaps it was the wine that prompted him to speak so boldly.
Her breath hitched at the way he was looking at her, staring so intensely with eyes so dark she could almost see her own reflection in them. Susan wondered briefly, as they both unconsciously drifted closer, if it could be this simple? Could she act so impulsively? Act on feelings of attraction for this man without consequence?
It was as if a rope had wrapped itself around her heart, for she could not step away from him now. Her plump lips parted slightly and her hand crept up to brush at the back of his neck. The small, intimate stroke of her fingers through his hair caused Caspian to wrap his arms around her waist tightly. He smelled like pine trees and peppermint, and as Susan grasped at his shoulders, her knees went weak.
Could she be brave? The thought briefly crossed her mind as their breaths mingled and their foreheads touched gently. She was certain she'd never felt this way before. How could one human being capture her interest so? She'd pretended from the moment they met that she did not feel spellbound by his handsomeness, his foreign accent and his intriguing mind – but in this moment she could no longer feign indifference.
Her eyes fluttered shut and her heart beat erratically as they embraced. Susan hesitated, even as his nose grazed her cheek. Be brave, a voice whispered in her head. The pair of them moved like magnets and simultaneously leant forward. Susan gasped in surprise as Caspian pressed his lips lightly to hers, but it only took a second before she kissed him back.
She arched into him; her hands fully intertwined in his hair as their lips melded tentatively. The gentle pressure of his lips pressing into hers again and again as his hands held her tenderly, created sparks akin to fireworks behind Susan's closed eyes. There was no one else in the world as Susan and Caspian – a man and a woman, a king and a queen – shared a sweet first kiss.
As the actual fireworks were set off in the courtyard, the night sky exploded with colours. The fireworks surrounded Susan and Caspian in bright streaks of yellow, blue and purple. They pulled away from each other with a gasp of surprise and as Susan looked into Caspian's eyes, realization dawned upon her and she teetered backwards.
"I'm sorry." She stuttered and moved further away from him.
"Susan…" Caspian breathed and took a step towards her. She looked like a frightened deer about to run away from him. "Please."
"I shouldn't have done that." Susan shook her head, horrified. "I should go."
"Please, don't leave." Caspian pleaded quietly as Susan stared at him with regret plastered across her beautiful features.
"I'm sorry." Susan repeated before promptly turning on her heel.
"Susan, wait!" Caspian's voice rung out, but no heavy booted steps followed the call.
Susan fled with tears in her eyes, desperate to escape the thoughts running wild inside her head, she nearly tripped on the long sleeves of her gown as she fled through the halls and down a narrow, marbled staircase.
She ran until she was out of breath and could no longer contain her tears. As she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, she nearly collided with Edmund as she burst through a set of wide double doors.
"Susan!" He exclaimed. "There you are, I've been looking for you. Lu's a bit in her cups, though I told her not to drink, I swear, she insisted she was more than capable of…" Edmund rambled on, before stopping short as he noticed the weary look on his sister's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Susan answered quickly, trying to keep a calm façade. "I'm just tired. I got lost trying to find my room."
"Where were you?" Edmund asked concerned. He could tell she'd been crying.
"I was with Caspian watching the fireworks." Susan replied calmly, though her eyes twitched slightly as she uttered his name.
"Did he hurt you?" Edmund suggested suspiciously. He remembered only too well the man that had once made his sister's life an unbearable hell. The way Susan's lower lip quivered as she watched Edmund with wide eyes was a clear sign to him that she was upset about something.
"What?" Susan shook her head vehemently. "No!"
"Then what's caused you such upset sister? I know you well enough to see that something is wrong!" Edmund insisted. Only once in his life did he remember a time when Susan hadn't been capable of looking after herself – and he, amongst other things, had to force food down her throat.
"He didn't do anything wrong!" Susan insisted. "It was I who… I mean I …" She gasped for breath as she started to panic. "I don't know, alright Ed!" She nearly shouted as she started to cry again. "I don't know what I … what I'm doing, I just… don't know how to-" She sobbed uncontrollably.
"Shh. It's okay, calm down." Edmund embraced her and held her tight. "No one's going to hurt you." He promised softly.
"Everywhere I go, whatever I do, I'm always reminded of him." Susan mumbled between hiccups. "I just want to be free of it all. To be rid of the pain and constant shadow of his actions."
"I know." Edmund sighed.
"I want to set fire to every bad memory and burn the past from my soul. I need to be free to fall in love without fear!" Susan stepped away to look at her brother with desperate eyes. "Is that too much to hope for?"
"It's not your fault." Edmund tried to reassure her.
"Nor is it Caspian's." Susan uttered miserably.
Edmund laid a hand upon Susan's shoulder gently. "I want you to promise me something."
Susan nodded; her lashes still wet with fresh tears. "Anything."
"Promise me you'll be careful." He began. "I think Caspian's a good man, but if you think a liaison with him will only bring you heartache, I strongly urge you to consider your next move carefully."
Susan looked at him with agony as she whispered. "I don't know what I want."
Edmund had much love for his sister, but at this point he knew he needed to speak plainly. It was for her own good. "Then I highly suggest you find out."
TO BE CONTINUED.
Based on 'The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian' (2008) by C. S. Lewis (Andrew Adamson, Mark Johnson, Phillip Steuer, Walden Media and Walt Disney Pictures).
Songs for this chapter:
A Secret Garden – Patrick Doyle
The Return of The Eagle – Atli Orvarsson
I Was Made for Loving You – Tori Kelly, Ed Sheeran
A Thousand Years – Christina Perri (cover by Jasmine Thompson)
For the Love of a Princess – James Horner, London Symphony Orchestra
Peter Pevensie – Born 19th of January 1924 (17 years old)
Susan Pevensie – Born 2nd of June 1925 (16 years old)
Edmund Pevensie – Born 6th of March 1927 (14 years old)
Lucy Pevensie – Born 25th of December 1929 (11 years old, turning 12)
Prince Caspian X – Born 14th of July 2296 (18 years old, turning 19)