Drinian clasps him tight, then pulls away, smiling. "My best to King Edmund and Queen Lucy," he tells them both. "And Eustace, of course."

For a moment, humor dances in his eyes at some memory. "When next you come, Sire, we'll have such a cruise over the waters here that the poets will weep for not being able to write of it."

"I'll look forward to it, Captain," Caspian laughs, and comes to smile at Susan. "Well, Su. Back ashore?"