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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 3 – Who Are You Doing This For? – May 2315 – Narnia
Ever since hearing the stories about the Kings and Queens of Old from his nurse at bedtime when he was just a little boy, Caspian had wanted to meet them. He spent most of his childhood wishing they, and the talking creatures they reigned over, existed within his presence. He dreamed of the legendary battles and the following victory feasts. He dreamed of one day ruling a Narnia that was like the Narnia he knew about in the Golden Age: a free, just and kind Narnia. A Narnia where all could live and prosper together, like a big, happy family. The family he never had.
When Caspian first learned from his uncle what it meant to one day become king, he wondered what it would be like to receive council from the Kings and Queens themselves. He sat for hours in secret staring at the pictures in his storybook and pretending that King Edmund the Just gave his advice on important political matters, and that Queen Lucy the Valiant showed him the importance of being attentive to all his subjects needs and desires no matter how small it may seem. Caspian pretended he was taught swordplay by High King Peter the Magnificent, and that he spent the afternoons with the High King's Queen lady Philippa and her books in the library learning about the obscure far-away lands across the seas.
Sometimes when Caspian remembered that when he was older, and crowned king, he needed a wife and a queen by his side, he envisioned that Queen Susan the Gentle would be the perfect woman for him. Her beauty was unrivalled, she was kind to all, even if they were unkind to her first, but she was also honest, tenacious, and fiercely protective of those she loved.
As Caspian grew older and aged into the young man he was supposed to be, he put all his dreams of meeting the Kings and Queens of Old aside, because of course, he would never meet them. Even if they did exist once, they were long gone and perhaps just as mythical as Aslan the Great Lion. He never stopped believing in them though, and perhaps that was his saving grace as he was suddenly thrust into the world of old Narnians and from one day to the next had met most of the people and creatures from his childhood stories.
They were almost nothing like he imagined. The first big shock had come when he'd met lady Philippa in the centaur's camp. How was it possible for a woman to have lived and reigned in Narnia for fifteen years some thousand years past, but still be younger than his mere eighteen years? Yet she had surprised him later when she'd spoken up on the Dancing Lawn. Her young age did not reflect the wisdom in her head and the calmness with which she spoke when confronted by older, more experienced fighters and thinkers.
Soon after he'd met High King Peter and his noble siblings. And although they might have gotten off on the wrong foot (Caspian accepted that he'd acted childishly when confronted by Peter in the woods), Caspian watched eagerly as the High King gave commands and easily slipped into his role as ruler and commander of their troops. King Edmund and Queen Lucy surprised him with their involvement in the arduous labour that followed when mounting a revolution. King Edmund gladly spent hours with the axe, chopping wood for the dwarven fires that forged their weapons, whilst Queen Lucy gathered food in the woods with the squirrels and made beds and quilts ready to accommodate the sick and injured.
Queen Susan and lady Philippa helped wash lines and clothing whilst preparing food and drink for their soldiers without complaints. Reepicheep's recent raid of the Telmarine camp was successful, but the small victory was overshadowed by the loss of three dwarven lives during a scouting trip south of Beruna. Caspian sighed as he walked out of the How the morning after the burial. His army was hardly an army. Some of the Narnians were not just untrained in combat, most of them had never even held a weapon before.
He soon spotted Trufflehunter and Queen Susan teaching a great number of Narnians an archery lesson. Intrigued by the lesson and the young woman, he picked up his own crossbow and decided to join them. Caspian watched as the Narnians tried, and failed, to aim their arrows at the practice targets.
A sudden need to show off came over him as he attached a bolt to the barrel, aimed and fired a shot at the target closest to Trufflehunter and Queen Susan.
"Great shot!" Susan applauded. She looked around to see which one of her students had taken the perfect shot. "But which one of you-?"
"Good afternoon, your majesty." Caspian approached the group, his strides resolute and confident. "It looked like you could use some help."
Susan arched an eyebrow and stared sharply at him with her cerulean blue eyes. "I believe I can manage it well enough." She answered shortly.
Sensing he'd offended her, Caspian quickly wished to remedy his previous statement. "I didn't mean to imply you could not, your majesty. I have heard tales of your skill in archery. It was said that it was unrivalled in your time."
Susan brightened slightly as she studied him. "Well, you certainly know how to make a woman feel old."
The Narnians around them chuckled.
"I meant no disrespect–" Caspian stammered and felt his ears turn red.
"I'm just teasing you." Susan smiled warmly. "Perhaps you think you could do better?"
Regaining his poise, Caspian loaded his crossbow and gestured towards the branches of the trees. "Pick a target. Any target."
"Do you see that pinecone over there?" Susan pointed with one of her red-feathered arrows.
"Child's play." Caspian replied confidently. "You mean the one hanging close to the branch of the oak tree, yes?"
"Not that one no." Susan moved closer to him and moved her hand over his arm to direct his crossbow.
Caspian glanced at her before looking through the scope to see an impossibly small pinecone dangling high in the treetops. "Are you sure that's not an acorn?"
"Are you saying you can't make the shot?" Susan was teasing again.
Caspian grinned at her and tried to focus on the tiny pinecone. It was difficult with Susan standing so close to him. The bolt released, and the crowd applauded his excellent shot as the pinecone shook. The arrow had only missed by an inch.
"Well done!" Susan gasped in admiration.
"Thank you, your majesty. I was trained by the finest archers in the Telmarine army." Caspian clutched the crossbow in his hands as he enjoyed her praise.
"Well, if you're the best they've got," Susan began as she strung her bow and drew the shaft to her ear. "We might stand a chance after all."
Caspian found himself so captivated by how the string rested on her delicate, porcelain cheek, he nearly forgot to watch her arrow fly and pierce the pinecone straight through. The Narnians cheered as the pinecone fell down in the grass with a soft thump. Caspian stared at it dumbly for a moment before he bowed before Susan.
"Congratulations, my queen. You have proven yourself the master archer."
Caspian watched in confusion as Susan suddenly faltered as her features fell into a frown.
"Thanks." She answered stiffly with a far-away look in her clear eyes.
Wishing once again to see Queen Susan smile, Caspian shuffled his feet and sighed theatrically.
"Although…" He drew the word out.
Susan arched another eyebrow, her interest peaked by the Prince's animate display.
"Now that the story of your majesty's superiority with a bow turned out to be accurate, doesn't that imply that the story of the gifts you received from Father Christmas might also be true?" Caspian smirked cheekily.
Susan narrowed her eyes at the prince, not missing the humorous look in his dark gaze. "You think it was an unfair shot because of the bow I received from Father Christmas?"
Caspian shrugged playfully. "Only one way to find out."
Susan grinned as they exchanged weapons. Her thoughts of the ill-fated archery tournament with Rabadash disappeared as the stubbornness in her won out.
"Relax, and trust in your bow." Susan uttered Father Christmas's exact words to Caspian. "Trust in your bow and it shall never fail you. This time you pick a target."
"If I may," Trufflehunter spoke up. This startled both Susan and Caspian as they had both forgotten about the audience of Narnians around them. "Perhaps a lesson on hitting the target board might help your subjects gain some new skill."
Susan blushed, but nevertheless thanked the badger and focused on the board merely a few hundred meters away. Shooting with a crossbow was definitely different compared to her longbow, but it was technically all the same, she reasoned. Susan bent her knees slightly and aimed. As soon as she'd pulled the trigger, she promptly forgot all about her arrow as she heard a rustle in the nearby bushes and soon saw a startled Telmarine soldier gallop away from them on horseback.
She turned to Caspian, who had also noticed the scout. He strung the bow as Susan re-loaded the crossbow.
"He's getting away!" Cried a faun.
Both Susan and Caspian's arrows narrowly missed the back of the armour-clad Telmarine as he escaped deep into the forest.
"We have to warn the others." Susan spoke quietly.
"We've suspected my uncle might have known of our whereabouts for a while now. Now there's no doubt." Caspian agreed.
As the party of Narnians scattered, Caspian glanced at the practice board and noticed Susan's arrow resting in the centre. "Bullseye." He muttered.
Caspian watched the back of the Gentle Queen as she departed the field with Trufflehunter in tow. Even distracted and with a foreign weapon in hand her archery skill was truly a marvel to behold. Caspian glanced down at the ivory longbow still clutched in his hand. Running a hand absentmindedly to his hip where Queen Susan's horn also rested, he was reminded of a lesson his uncle Miraz taught him when he was a little boy; "It wasn't sensible for a prince to be distracted by women no matter how beautiful they were. A good king followed his own instincts and not those of the weaker sex."
He snapped out of his reveries as Susan turned around and called for him.
"Aren't you coming?"
Caspian hurried towards her. When she was within reach, he held out her weapon. "I believe this is yours."
Susan gave him a small smile, and as she reached out to take it from his hand, her dainty fingers touched the tan skin of his wrist.
"Thank you." She said sincerely.
Caspian wasn't sure what she was thanking him for, but he didn't care as he looked into her twinkling eyes and saw the blue-green ocean staring back at him.
Everyone gathered by the stone table as soon as they got word of the Telmarine scout.
"We need a plan of action now that the call of the horn has been answered." Trumpkin spoke first.
"What do you suggest sires?" Reepicheep turned to both Peter and Caspian.
"I think-" Peter began.
"We have to-" Caspian continued.
The two men stared at each other before Caspian backed down and nodded to let Peter continue.
"It's only a matter of time before Miraz mounts an attack on us. I say we strike them before they strike us! Let's lay siege to their fortress and force them into the woods!"
"That is crazy, no one has ever taken that castle!" Caspian replied hotly.
"Someone's got to be the first." Peter shrugged.
"If no one has taken that castle, then Miraz will never expect us to attack it. We'll have the element of surprise." Trumpkin agreed with the High King.
"We shouldn't leave this place; it gives us a greater advantage both above and below ground!" Caspian countered, increasingly frustrated.
"If we burrow deep, we could probably hold them off long enough to strengthen our troops." Susan spoke up as she joined Caspian's side.
"But if the Telmarines are smart, then they'll probably establish a blockade. If they wait long enough, we'll either turn on each other or starve." Edmund challenged Susan's idea.
"I think you know where I stand sire." Reepicheep turned to Peter. "I want to fight, not sit around waiting to be slaughtered!"
"I for one feel safer underground." Trufflehunter weighed in.
"Listen, you've done well so far." Peter approached Caspian. "But this is nothing more than a tomb. It is less defensible than you might think. Let the more experienced leaders take it from here."
"So, we'll have a vote then?" Pippa voiced sarcastically. She did not agree with Caspian, Susan and Trufflehunter, but she didn't care for Peter's imperious attitude either.
Peter shot her an annoyed look before he addressed Glenstorm and his sons. "If I get your troops past the drawbridge, can you take on the guards?"
Glenstorm bowed deeply before the High King. "Or die trying, my liege."
Lucy scoffed quietly from her place on the stone table. She was easily forgotten by the others because she looked so young, but she too had fought in wars and won battles.
"You all speak as if the only option is dying; the only disputable fact being where or when." Lucy looked grim as she spoke. "I think we should wait for Aslan before we make any important decisions."
Peter sighed. "Lu, Aslan hasn't been seen since the Golden Age."
"I've seen him!" Lucy replied in exasperation. "We cannot do this without him, it's all wrong!" She pleaded.
"Why would he only show himself to you then Lucy?" Peter asked angrily. When she did not reply, he added: "I think we've waited long enough for Aslan to show himself!" Then he marched past them and headed for the exit.
"Peter, wait!" Pippa sighed and moved to follow him.
"Not now!" Peter dismissed her. "We have to prepare for the attack."
Pippa looked at Prince Caspian standing mutely with hunched shoulders. Then she exchanged worried glances with Lucy. They were all so divided; how could this possibly end well?
With a limited number of griffins to carry out the plan, Pippa decided to stay behind with Lucy as Peter led the attack on Miraz' castle. She had kissed Peter good luck as she always did before a battle, but he had seemed distracted and lost in his thoughts.
"Lu?" Pippa spoke quietly as she sat with Lucy by the stone table and braided her golden hair.
"Hmm?" Lucy replied as she grasped the flask with her healing elixir tightly in her hands. She was preparing for the worst outcome.
"I'm worried things have changed between your brother and I since we returned to England. He's distant and seems so angry with me no matter what I do or say." Pippa began. "When I was forced to move away to Bristol seven months ago, things were going well – I mean not well, but you know what I mean; we were adjusting to being children again and given the circumstances I felt we were moving forwards, not backwards. But perhaps I was wrong?"
"Backwards in what way? I think Peter and Edmund both struggled with not being able to help in the war, and Susan seemed glad to be rid of Narnia to be honest, you should've heard the way she was talking about Aslan when we returned to the ruins of Cair Paravel only a week ago." Lucy complained.
"Go easy on Susan. You know what she went through and how hard it was for her to move forward with her life." Pippa poked Lucy's side, receiving a short giggle in response.
"I know, I know."
"What I mean is," Pippa interjected. "I told you about how we lost more than just our age and crowns when we went through the wardrobe, and Peter and I were still grieving when we were separated. I promised him nothing would change, but then I left and-"
"Peter doesn't blame you for leaving." Lucy interrupted her. "I think he feels useless. I think he feels that Aslan's abandoned us, just like I know you do too, Pippa. Everyone, but me does. Even the Narnians."
Pippa studied Lucy's sombre expression with a sad smile. "You've always been capable of a much deeper faith than the rest of us Lu. I envy your ability to believe in his powers, and that everything happens for a reason."
Lucy hugged Pippa close. "You've known more meaningless loss than I have. Even though I lost my friends and a great love, I know everything will turn out all right."
Pippa's breath hitched slightly as Lucy mentioned Peridan. Should I tell her about his betrayal? She wondered.
"And I also know that my brother loves you." Lucy continued. "Even though he prefers to keep his own council when he's brooding, he knows he can always turn to you. I wouldn't worry about it too much."
Pippa smiled at her little sister. "I've missed these talks. Sometimes I forget you're not an eleven-year-old anymore, even if you look like it." She joked.
"Excuse you, I'm eleven and a half." Lucy gasped theatrically. "Or twenty-six and a half. Whichever way you look at it."
The two girls laughed as they hugged once more. Unfortunately, their joy was cut short as a breathless satyr came charging into the room.
"They're back!"
Pippa and Lucy noticed the panicked look on the satyr's furry face and rushed out of their seats to join the others above ground.
The air was misty, and a slight drizzle of rain darkened the skies above. Dawn was near. Pippa looked around and noticed how few they were, and how tormented and disappointed they all looked.
"There are so few of you. What happened?" Lucy asked in a small voice.
"Why don't you ask him?" Peter spat out as he nodded his head toward the dark-haired Telmarine.
"Peter…" Susan warned as she walked behind the two men.
"Me?" Caspian questioned. "You're the one who insisted on carrying out this crazy plan!"
"Right. And if you'd stuck to the plan all those soldiers might be alive right now!" Peter retorted bitterly.
"You could've called off the attack! There was still time!" Caspian's eyes were dark with fury.
"No there wasn't, thanks to you!" Peter bit back.
"If we'd stayed here like I suggested-" Caspian began as he tried to remain calm.
"But you called us for help! Or don't you remember?" Peter interrupted him.
"My first mistake." Caspian said coldly.
Peter snorted. "No, your first mistake was thinking you had what it takes to lead these people." As he began to walk away, Caspian suddenly shouted:
"Hey! I am not the one who abandoned Narnia!"
Pippa winced as she saw Peter's jaw clench before he turned to face the Telmarine.
"Your people invaded Narnia! You are not Narnian, and you never will be!" He bellowed.
"Peter…" This time the warning came from Edmund as he approached the conflicting men.
Caspian shoved Peter out of the way and hastily moved away from him. Peter followed him closely, resembling an annoying wasp.
"You, Miraz or your father. None of you have any right to lead us! Narnia's better off without you!"
A furious wail erupted from Caspian as he unsheathed his sword. Peter reacted instinctively and pulled out his own sword. The two men stared at each other fiercely with raised swords ready to strike.
"Oh, stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" Lucy yelled.
Their shouting and screaming were interrupted as Glenstorm approached with a red-haired, hairy dwarf laying in his arms. It was Trumpkin – mortally wounded and unconscious. Pippa gasped and ran forward with Lucy to help the poor dwarf as Caspian stormed into Aslan's How with Nikabrik at his side.
She and Susan carefully cradled Trumpkin's head and small body as Lucy uncorked her bottle and poured one small drop of the healing potion into the crevice of the dwarf's mouth.
Silently they watched as the bruises on Trumpkin's forehead and arms healed themselves and disappeared. The blood stopped seeping through his tunic, and his face regained some colour. Slowly, he opened his eyes and coughed.
"What are you all hangin' around for? Stop looking at me like I'm dying! The Telmarines will be here soon enough for a rematch, there's no time to waste lying around here sobbing!" He said gruffly.
Susan and Lucy giggled.
"Thank you, my dear little friend." Trumpkin added, more softly this time as he laid a hand on Lucy's forearm.
"You're more than welcome." Lucy smiled.
"Let's go find Caspian." Edmund suggested as he shot Peter a dark look.
Peter rolled his eyes but followed Edmund nonetheless with Lucy and Trumpkin hot on their heels.
Pippa and Susan moved to follow but were stopped by Glenstorm.
"Please, my queen, my lady. There are more wounds that need tending to. If you are willing-"
"Not to worry." Susan said. "Go to your wife General. You both need to grieve your son before a new battle is upon us. Lady Philippa and I will take care of everything."
Pippa nodded.
"If I may be of any service?" Trufflehunter joined the girls.
"Of course. Take that leopard and those foxes with you to the storages for bandages, clean water and needles and thread. Ask the dwarves to heat the water and find some soap too, we need every hand that handles the wounded to be clean. You there, mister bear, please help carry the wounded to the cots just off the main chambre in the How. Carefully, please." Susan took charge, and the Narnians complied eagerly. "Any of you that are wounded, but can walk on your own, please follow me and lady Philippa. We will treat you as soon as we can."
Pippa hurried after Susan and the wounded soldiers.
"Hey, are you alright?" She asked as she and Susan entered the makeshift infirmary.
"Of course, I have no injuries." Susan answered plainly.
"No, I meant are you alright with this? I know you don't usually handle the wounded." Pippa clarified, knowing how uncomfortable blood and injuries made Susan feel.
"I have to be." Susan gritted out. "They need me."
Pippa nodded quickly and proceeded to help a wounded minotaur sit down on a wooden stool. It creaked under his weight.
"No, no, don't you bother with me, my ladyship. I'm fine." The minotaur panted.
"You are certainly not fine. You have an arrow through your leg, sir." Pippa answered sternly.
"I'll go fetch Lucy's cordial. We'll need it." Susan stated.
"I'll come with you. I need to have a word with Peter anyway." Pippa pulled her curly brown hair into a messy braid to keep it out of her eyes.
As they rounded the corner and entered the hallway leading them to the stone table, the ground shook as the deafening sound of something tremendous crashing into the stone floor could be heard. The sounds echoed off the stone walls and, alarmed, they both ran into the room.
As far as Pippa could see there were huge blocks of ice scattered across the stone table and the gravelled floor. In a corner stood Trumpkin with a knife drawn and one arm wrapped protectively around Lucy. Nikabrik laid dead before their feet. To the right laid the mangled bodies of two dreadful creatures; Pippa recognized one of them as the hag she had spotted on the Dancing Lawn a few nights previous.
In the middle of the room stood Caspian and Peter, equally shocked and ashamed with their heads bowed. For once, neither of them had anything to say. The White Witch's staff was embedded deeply into the ground in front of the stone table.
"They had it sorted." Snorted Edmund as he passed the girls with his sword drawn.
Susan glared at the two men before abruptly turning on her heel.
Pippa cleared her throat. "Lucy, the wounded need your cordial. Won't you join Susan?"
Lucy dutifully nodded and along with Edmund she went to help the injured Narnians.
Pippa carefully approached Peter and Caspian. Caspian wouldn't look at her, and without another word he too left the room.
"Perhaps it's time we had that talk." Peter sent her a grim half-smile.
Pippa exhaled and surged forward to wrap her arms around him. He responded enthusiastically, holding her tight and burying his nose in her hair.
"We have all the time in the world, my love." Pippa pulled him towards her and kissed his lips ardently. "I'm always here for you. I promised you that."
Peter stroked her cheek with a dirt and blood-stained hand. "I know. I love you."
Satisfied with his answer, and the affection that flashed through his blue eyes, Pippa gave him a warm smile. "I love you too."
Caspian sat on top of the battlements looking at the fields as the sun rose above the eastern hills. He did not move a muscle as he felt his old friend and tutor Doctor Cornelius sit down heavily beside him.
"You told me before I fled the castle that Miraz killed my father. I have always known him to be cruel, but you never mentioned what an evil man my father also was. Why didn't you?"
Doctor Cornelius sighed and began stuffing his pipe with tobacco. "You know my mother was a dwarf who lived under the mountains. I've lived my entire life in hiding at the Telmarine palace as your tutor, because I hoped that one day you would grow into the man we've been waiting for. Not only a better king for the Telmarines, but a king to join the old and the new and bring forth a new Golden Age."
"Then I have failed you." Caspian stated gloomily.
"You could never fail me. Or your people. It may not seem like it now, my prince, but only you can lead us to freedom." Doctor Cornelius inhaled deeply as the smoke filled his lungs.
"I don't understand how." Caspian turned towards Doctor Cornelius.
"You know how much I believe in the power of Aslan and the Kings and Queens of Old." The old man paused. "But you have a unique advantage over them."
"What advantage?" Caspian asked in confusion.
"You are a Telmarine. Use your knowledge of the Telmarines against Miraz. Only you know how."
Caspian considered the Doctor's words carefully. Telmarines were stubborn, hot-headed, proud, and extremely traditional. In battle they were known to be fearless against their enemy, but Caspian had seen them falter when they met the Narnians during their failed raid. His thoughts were interrupted as one of Glenstorm's sons came riding through the field with haste. As he neared the How, he shouted:
"They are coming!"
Caspian quickly got to his feet and summoned the nearest raven.
"Assemble the Kings and Queens, Miraz is here!" Then he turned to Doctor Cornelius. "I think I know how to defeat my uncle!"
Doctor Cornelius nodded thoughtfully as he struggled to his feet. "I suspected you would."
Caspian wasted no time running through the many stone halls in the How, in search of the others. The passages were filled with Narnians running to their stations and readying themselves for battle. In his haste Caspian nearly collided with the armour-clad Gentle Queen.
"Caspian!" She exclaimed in surprise. "I was just coming to find you. Peter and Lucy have a plan to find Aslan, but we need your help, come on!"
Caspian noticed her eyes were no longer filled with disappointment as she looked at him which lightened his mood considerably. As he let her lead the way, he tried to find the words to apologize for his previous actions with the Witch.
"My queen I-" He choked on the words. "What happened earlier I-"
"It's fine." Susan answered shortly.
"But it's not fine, I can see it clearly on your face-"
"I said it's fine. You don't have to apologize." Susan's response chilled him to the bone.
Caspian couldn't let it pass. "No, but please, I must explain. Clearly, you have a problem with me-"
"Look," Susan said abruptly, coming to a halt in the stone corridor.
Her sudden stop nearly caused Caspian to crash into her small frame.
"Here's my problem; You keep assuming we had a choice in leaving Narnia behind. We didn't. You also keep assuming we had a choice in coming here to help you. We didn't. YOU called for our help. It is not our fault the help wasn't what you expected." She paused and sighed.
"You should know I'm not of the same mind as Peter. I think we were summoned to Narnia the first time to defeat the White Witch and to rule as best we could. I also think we were summoned now to help our heir succeed in ruling Narnia as best he can." She paused again. "It's hardly our fault he was born 1300 years too late." She added with a sly grin on her face.
Caspian's chuckle of relief seemed to make Susan wary of her brash words and the closeness of their bodies as the grin disappeared from her lips.
"Peter's trying to justify that we left Narnia, I can forgive him for that. But I think he's going about it the wrong way. It is really us that should beg your forgiveness you know."
Caspian's heart stuttered as she spoke so passionately. "There's really no need, my queen."
"Susan."
"What?"
"My name. There's really no need to be so formal." Susan gave him a small smile.
"As you wish, Susan."
They stood in silence just staring at each other before Susan spoke again.
"I'm going with Lucy to find Aslan – that's her and Peter's grand plan – to just go looking for him." Susan scoffed, but then looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, if you have any idea on how to buy us some time, I beg of you to speak now."
Caspian grinned in relief. "That's actually why I wished to speak to you all. I do have an idea."
Susan looked at him expectantly.
"Not here. We mustn't keep the others waiting any longer. Lead the way, my que- Susan."
TO BE CONTINUED.
Based on 'The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian' (1951) by C. S. Lewis.
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:
Tessa – Steve Jablonsky
Siúil A Rún – Celtic Woman
Of Dreams and Dragons – Karpov Kinrade
Kings and Queens and vagabonds – Ellem
Sorcery and Sudden Vengeance – Harry Gregson-Williams
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)
Philippa Copland – Born 7th of July 1924 (17 years old)
Prince Caspian X – Born 14th of July 2296 (18 years old, turning 19)