"Undoubtedly," he grins. Caspian whistles to himself as he works, mucking out stalls and readying tack and thinking about the day to come. It's pleasant to work in the warm stables, and pleasanter still to work side by side with Susan.

He takes a moment to check on the Hope snug in her strange berth, and reminds himself to spend more time working on his newest project – he'll need to, if he wants it to be ready in time for the real snows.