Cornelius comes forward to take her hands in his, beaming at her from behind his long gray beard. He's shorter than her, and much rounder than them both, and his eyes are as clear and twinkling as Caspian remembers. "Susan," he says. "An auspicious name, in these lands. Welcome, welcome. Come in, if you like. There are a good many stairs to climb to get to this room; take your ease a moment."