"So that's the Overworld-land ye spoke of," she breathes, going pale again and then flushing bright with temper in her helpless fury at the willful maliciousness of it. "Oh, she's a hateful cruel thing, she is."

"There's the cells," Bert puts in, focusing on the practical. "No one gets out of those without we allow it. Or a room, as we did with Jake, but he wasn't trying to escape - and I think you will be, say sorry."

"We can't keep him a prisoner," Susan protests, her hand tightening a little on Caspian's shoulder. "Alain, thee can help him, aye? Thee freed me of Rhea's glam--"

"I can but try." Quiet and calm. "But it's not like to be easy, as long as he's been held, and we'd best be sure and secure him, any road."