There's the face he knows so well, the wide smoke-colored eyes that flick over his face. She at least looks as though she has fared better than he: she does not appear to be wounded, nor is her face more drawn or pale than it might be from worry and subsequent relief.

"Sir Guy helped me escape," he tells her, "but I lack my sword and Kiseki is still being held with your stallion in the stables here."

And then there was the man in the other cell. The one Guy had come to see, the one who had struck such surprise into Caspian.

But he says nothing yet.