"My Lady believes there is little to gain from studying my dreams too heavily," the Knight says, dismissive. "Your soft heart does you credit, miss, but even these dreams are but the slightest flaw in the happiness I share with her."

"Such a small flaw in the light of your lady's grace, is it?" Caspian says, easily. The line of his shoulders is achingly hard with tension, but he keeps going, intent on pushing the Knight past the point of polite disagreement. "I wonder, then, that you leave her at all. Will she not miss you, there at her knee?"

The Knight's eyes narrow, cold. "My Lady does all she can for me, sir," he warns, "and I am not so churlish as to discount her care for me. I would not speak thus of her, were I you."