"If it helps, there really shouldn't be too many opportunities for a duel or a challenge," Caspian says, as a bewildered Reepicheep looks his way, though there's a moment where he seems to be considering something.

"You may find this an uncomfortable surprise, so I'll tell you now, Reep: titles don't mean much of anything here. Most people here call me Caspian and treat me as they would anyone else."

The Mouse, aghast, appears lost for words for a long moment. "Sire," he says, finally, his voice strained. "You cannot ask me to stand by and accept less respect to you than is your due – "

"I can and I am, Sir Mouse," Caspian says, and there's the ring of command in his voice. "This is not Narnia. And I'd be a bit of an ass if I went around trying to convince everyone they ought to bow down to me."