He gets up and comes to embrace his old tutor, long and fondly, before stepping back. There's a glimmer in the old Doctor's eye as he looks on his King, and a glad thickness to his voice. "Be well, sire," he says.

"And you, old friend," Caspian tells him. "This is not goodbye. Not really."

Cornelius nods. "So it isn't. Then I will only say, fare thee well until we next meet."