[au] Narnia and the North

[the_seafarer]

There's a chill bite to the air, these days. The horses have been growing out their winter coats, and they look shaggy and plump as Caspian turns them out into the paddocks. Behind the stables, in the makeshift woodshop he'd cobbled together, the sleigh from his drawings is starting to come together. 

He hopes he'll have it finished by Christmas. With a little luck, and maybe some assistance, he thinks it should be possible. The tack, he's largely left up to Susan's devices, though he'd commission Gimli the dwarf for the various buckles and other metal pieces they'll need.

Once the horses are turned out, he gets to his other morning chores with a will, whistling cheerfully as he does. The stable stays strangely quiet around him. It takes him the better part of an hour to realize the strangeness is because he's become accustomed to Susan's cheerful presence working alongside him, talking or humming or simply working in companionable silence. 

Caspian pauses in his task – refilling the grain chest – and looks around. Susan's nowhere to be seen, and when he later wanders through the stables, checking each stall and outside, he can't find her there, either.

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[sai_delgado]

Her expression softens, as does her smile. "Of course thee would," she says, simply. "We'll see thee after."

Susan turns to Drinian with a sparkle of laughter in her glance. "Lead on, Lord Captain, and I'll follow ye where ye'd have me go."

[the_seafarer]

"If I'm to call you 'Susan,' then you might as well call me 'Drinian,'" the man chuckles, leading her over to the rigging they'll use to climb their way to the fighting-top. "Or just Captain, I pray."

Caspian watches them go, then makes his own way back to the hatch and disappears belowdecks.

[sai_delgado]

"If ye're certain ye'd not mind." She flashes him a quick smile as she digs in her pocket for the leather cord and ties her hair back in a loose horse-tail to keep it from her face while she climbs. "I ken ye're of the court, ye see."

[the_seafarer]

"I am – or was," he agrees. "A minor courtier under the Usurper, elevated through His Majesty's generosity of spirit once he took his rightful place on the throne."

He follows her up the web of rigging in order to catch her if she slips, and points out her handholds along the way. "But I always preferred being a sailor to being a courtier."

[sai_delgado]

"He mentioned once he'd not taken up navigation or sea-craft until after the rebellion," Susan observes. She slows a little as they reach the top of the rigging, clambering carefully into the fighting-top and waiting to give him a hand in should he need it.

"How did ye come to be such friends?"

[the_seafarer]

Drinian clambers easily up and pulls himself into the fighting-top with a smile of thanks for her willingness to help. "Not all Telmarines feared and hated the sea," he tells her. "There were a few of us who knew how to handle ourselves on the water, a little. So when King Caspian called for volunteers to learn navigation and to rebuild the navy, I stepped forward."

He smiles, remembering. "A more eager lad you could not imagine. He had great plans for rebuilding the country. One couldn't help but be swept away with it all."

[sai_delgado]

The fighting-top sways a little in the wind, and Susan makes sure to keep a grip on one of the lines, even as she steps fearlessly to the very side of it to look down at the deck below with great interest before she turns back to Drinian.

"He were a good king, I wot," she says, open and honest. "I'd not have ye think I'm casting around behind his back, but if ye'd speak, I'd listen. He'd not ever boast, ye ken, so some things I've only ever learned through Sir Reepicheep and others."

[the_seafarer]

"Nay, I know he wouldn't."

Drinian keeps a sharp eye on her, making sure she's safe, and grips the railing in his own hand. "Modest, my King. He always was. Do you know what he said, when the Lion asked if he thought himself sufficient to take on the kingship of Narnia?"

[sai_delgado]

She thinks carefully over everything Caspian's told her, but has to shake her head. "Nay, I don't," she admits. "Oh, I knew the Lion himself had helped him to his throne, but not that."

[the_seafarer]

"He said 'no.'"

Drinian looks out over the water, then back at her. "No, he didn't feel himself sufficient. He was just a kid. After the Usurper, murdering his way to a throne he didn't deserve but to which he felt entitled, to hear the rightful king say he wasn't certain he was enough for it was a strange thing. A good one, too. And it never did go to his head, the way it might have with some others."

[sai_delgado]

"Thirteen," Susan says, softly. "Younger even than the youngest gunslinger there ever were."

Roland had been fourteen, after all.

"Of course it didn't. That's not the kind of man he is." Hearing her own words, she gives him a rueful smile. "Which ye kennit, of course. Ye've known him longer far than I have."

[the_seafarer]

"Aye, he was only a lad in those days. Younger even than he looks now."

His sun-faded blue gaze is keen and curious, but not unkind as he studies the girl. "I had the good fortune of being by his side nearly all my adult life," he agrees. "I flatter myself that you would have a difficult time finding someone who knew him longer, or better."

[sai_delgado]

“I’m glad ye have such a friendship between ye,” she says. “I kennit, how much it means.”

His gaze is clear and considering, missing nothing, and Susan meets it with her own, without challenge or evasion. “Ye’d have questions, I wot. I’d answer them, if ye wanted, and not mind it.”

[the_seafarer]

"It would be unseemly to question a lady as though it were some sort of interrogation," he tells her. "Perhaps we ask questions of each other, for I'm certain you're as curious as I."

[sai_delgado]

"As ye'd have it, then," she says, with a smile. Susan moves around the fighting-top a little, looking out across the sea and down to the ship below, trying to make sure Caspian's not waiting on them, before she looks back to Drinian.

"What were it like for the two of ye, on that first voyage?"

[the_seafarer]

"Exciting," Drinian says, thoughtfully. "Sometimes boring. Sometimes terrifying. We re-took the Lone Islands with only this single ship and a ruse; has he ever told you that story?"

[sai_delgado]

Susan shakes her head. "Not that one. I've heard of Eustace and the dragon," she explains, "and the not-people with the one foot who hopped until Queen Lucy freed them of the spell, and of the Dream-lord's isle, but not that."

[the_seafarer]

Drinian throws his head back and laughs heartily. "The Duffers," he agrees.

"Monopods – Dufflepuds – whatever they called themselves. Aye, that is a fine tale. I'm only glad none of them ever took a fancy to coming aboard. No, this was our first adventure after plucking King Edmund and Queen Lucy and their kinsman from the waves. I'll tell it to you, if you'd like to hear; I expect his Majesty might not tell it himself, for fear of sounding boastful."

[sai_delgado]

Susan beams at him. "Aye, an'ye would," she assents, pleased. "For ye've the right of it in that to be sure."

[the_seafarer]

He smiles back at her and leans against the railing, at ease even as the ship rolls gently beneath them.

"The first thing to understand," he tells her, "is that the Lone Islands – that is, Doorn, Felimath, and Avra – have been attached to the crown of Narnia for hundreds of years, since before the High King and his consorts. But in the Age of Conquest, when the His Majesty's forebears ruled and the sea was forbidden, no one from the court came to collect tribute and no communication with the Islands were made. So it was His Majesty's wish, when we set sail, to visit the Islands and make them aware of the happy news that the rightful king had ascended and Old Narnia thriving once more."

Drinian pauses, peering out to sea as if he could see the very islands themselves. "When we came upon them, Queen Lucy wished to walk upon Felimath – an unoccupied island, mostly used for grazing sheep. His Majesty at once had the boat row him, the King and Queen, their kinsman, and Sir Reepicheep ashore, and the Treader set sail, meaning to pick them up on the other side of the island. But hardly were they there before they were set upon by a group of cowardly slavers, who chained them all and marched them off to be sold at market."

[sai_delgado]

(all the way from Gilead itself)

Susan nods, with understanding clear in her fog-gray gaze. "It's hard, aye, when the heart of rule's far distant. There's always those who'd - who'd take advantage of it for their own foul purposes."

She's got as much reason to know as any, and more than most, after all.

Slavers. She shudders violently at the thought, at the very idea of the four of them being taken and chained and treated so, and clings to the fact that it's long past and had clearly all come right somehow.

"He'd have been furious."

[the_seafarer]

"And so they had in this case," Drinian agrees, nodding.

"Now, His Majesty, though tender in years, was aware of the danger in letting his royal self be known. For, as you correctly surmised, it was likely there might be those who'd be happy enough to rid themselves of Imperial rule through a quick act of regicide. So there they were, chained and led off to be sold, when they passed an inn and a man appeared. He liked the look of His Majesty, so he said, and so bought him off the slaver.

"When the others were gone, the man told His Majesty not to be frightened, for he'd bought him for his face, having reminded the man of his old master, King Caspian. And so His Majesty revealed himself, for the man who'd bought him was none other than Lord Bern, one of the seven lost lords whom we had set sail to find."

[sai_delgado]

"Aye, and they would have, I wot." She's a little pale, but oh, her voice is clear and steady and sure. "It's how those like that think and act. Either right out or through accident pretended, they'd have sought to end his life, I'd not doubt it at all."

No wonder Caspian had reacted so strongly before, she thinks.

(she sold you - as though you were naught but property)

But then Drinian continues, and she blinks, startled. "He - Lord Bern - he remembered him? Or - nay, he'd have remembered his father's face, then?"

[the_seafarer]

"Exactly so," the Captain tells her. "The Lord Bern had served under His Majesty's father, King Caspian, the ninth of that name. A much-beloved ruler he was, that I've always heard, and not to be blamed for his brother's evil.

"So Lord Bern pledged his fealty once more, to the son of his old king. His Majesty wanted to at once lay the Treader aside the slave-ship on which his friends were now being carried, but Lord Bern counseled otherwise, and together they struck up a plan. You see, the Governor of the Lone Islands – Gumpas was his name – was a craven, selfish fellow. He allowed the slave trade to thrive for the gold it brought to his own coffers, but he was a spineless sort, easily cowed."

Drinian laughs to remember. "And so His Majesty bade us sail down the channel between the islands, well in view of the Governor's house, while signaling for our fleet – which did not exist, I remind you – to join us at Bernstead."

[sai_delgado]

In her mind, Gumpas takes on the visage of Hart Thorin. It seems fitting. She nods, listening carefully, and then gasps aloud.

"He didn't! Oh, how clever -- and brave, too, for all of ye to stand so."