Cuthbert's eyes narrow as he studies Caspian with new sight and a keen intensity that leaves no room for preconceptions or beliefs, a sharp hawk's stare that looks only for what's in front of it. "Well then," he says, after a moment. "Alain?"

Speak for us both, I beg, for our fathers' sake and for Susan's. Alain hears it as clearly as if 'Bert had spoken aloud and tips his head in the faintest of nods.

"It's not - I'd not be able to wipe it all clean in a flash," he says, quietly. "More like pulling aside cobwebs, may it do ya, and helping her find her way back through them to see truth once more. But if she trusts ye that much, sees ye that clear, then aye, it'd work for ye as well, I wager."