But there was someone present who wasn’t. “Well, as soon as he saw Corin and me, it seems this Centaur looked at me and said, ‘A day will come when that boy will save Archenland from the deadliest danger in which ever she lay.’ So of course my father and mother were very pleased. I say, Aravis, there are going to be a lot of things to get used to in these Northern countries.” Most remarkable people, but I can’t say I feel quite at home with them yet. Perhaps you haven’t seen any Centaurs yet? There were some in the battle yesterday. Now this Centaur was a prophet as a good many Centaurs are. And about a week after we were both born, apparently, they took us to a wise old Centaur in Narnia to be blessed or something.
Even though Education and all sorts of horrible things are going to happen to me. I’d be just as pleased-or very nearly-at finding he’s my father even if he weren’t a king. And by the way, Father’s an absolute brick. “But Sha-Cor, I mean-you haven’t told me anything yet about King Lune and how he found out who you were.” “It wasn’t at all like what I thought,” said Cor. “Still, you were in the battle,” said Aravis.
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I only took the skin off my knuckles just as any clumsy fool might do without going near a battle.” But a moment later he burst out laughing and said, “If you want to know the truth, it isn’t a proper wound at all.
“A mere scratch,” said Cor, using for the first time a rather lordly tone. “I say!” she cried, “I forgot! You’ve been in a battle. Suddenly Aravis remembered Cor’s bandaged hand. Both were still and solemn for a moment as each saw that the other knew about Aslan. “It wasn’t really going to kill you at all, that Lion,” said Cor. But I did change before I knew you were a Prince, honestly I did: when you went back, and faced the Lion.” There’s something I’ve got to say at once. “Like Dar and Darrin, Cole and Colin and so on.” “Brothers’ names run like that in Archenland,” said Shasta (or Prince Cor as we must now call him). “Cor is a nicer name than Shasta,” said Aravis. “I might really have guessed it, Corin being so like me. “Apparently King Lune is my father,” said Shasta. Because I’d far rather have come in my old clothes, but they’re burnt now, and my father said-” “Look here, Aravis,” he said, “I do hope you won’t think I’m got up like this (and the trumpeter and all) to try to impress you or make out that I’m different or any rot of that sort. Shasta all at once turned very red and began speaking very quickly. His left hand, which rested on his enameled sword hilt, was bandaged.Īravis looked twice at his face before she gasped and said, “Why! It’s Shasta!” His upper tunic was of white cambric, as fine as a handkerchief, so that the bright red tunic beneath it showed through. He was bare-headed and his fair hair was encircled with a very thin band of gold, hardly thicker than a wire. Then she looked up and saw what sort of person this Prince was. Aravis curtsied in the Calormene style (which is not at all like ours) and did it very well because, of course, she had been taught how. The Prince bowed, and a very clumsy bow for a Prince it was. All his attendants withdrew and closed the gate behind them. Then he and the trumpeter drew aside and bowed and the soldiers saluted and the Prince himself came in. “His Royal Highness Prince Cor of Archenland desires an audience of the Lady Aravis,” said the Herald. Then followed a herald, and the trumpeter. Two soldiers with halberds came first and took their stand at each side of the entry. “His Royal Highness Prince Cor of Archenland,” said a voice from outside.Īravis undid the door and opened it, drawing back a little way to let the strangers in.
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