They are not the only ones moving at the sound of a sword being drawn.

Peter Pevensie, who had only just stepped out of the House of Arch in search of a nice cuppa, is in the next moment striding forth to stand at Caspian's shoulder. He gives the two gunslingers – his comrades on Security – a nod, then speaks, firm and without room for argument. "Those who bear a naked blade in this place oft regret it," he says, stern. "What's all this, then?"

"This child," the Knight says, livid, "has besmirched my Lady's name, honor, and insulted her very self. I'll not stand for it; damn your rules!"