The Mouse jumps lightly down from the arm of the sofa and comes to kiss her hand, his whiskers tickling delicately. "Be well," he bids her. "I will await your return in the morning."

He bows to his King, then strolls to the door, a jaunty figure with his glossy dark fur, long and curling tail, and the scarlet feather stuck behind his ear. When he's left, Caspian looks back to Susan. "Cuthbert and Alain are getting everything packed."