"Aye. The one your centaur friend likes." No question, no hesitation; he was always the one, among their ka-tel, who remembered the names and faces and put them together.

"The one who followed you to the throne." Caspian's watching the path; Cuthbert's watching him. "Something happened, didn't it."

It's not a question. Not quite. But the invitation's there all the same.