"Hmm?" Rhin noses at Caspian, curious. "A bit coltish to be Caspian, isn't he?"

"By the grace of Aslan," Caspian says, mild. By Susan, a gleaming bay mare, the sunlight touching her coat with glints of gold and copper, seems more taken than the rest and nudges shyly forward for more petting and attention.

"Indeed," Rhin agrees. "By His grace are we all here and restored. Well then, good day, King Caspian, and we-he-helcome back from the Shadowlands."