He leads the stallion – a darker gray, the way Caspian remembers him, not the nearly white he was when he finally passed on – over to meet Susan, his eyes sparkling with delight and some deeper emotion.
"It was on this horse that I fled my uncle," he murmurs. "Doctor Cornelius had him saddled and ready. I rode him to all my first campaigns."
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"It was on this horse that I fled my uncle," he murmurs. "Doctor Cornelius had him saddled and ready. I rode him to all my first campaigns."