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[treading_dawn]

The night is cool and clear, stars twinkling above, reflected cleanly in the lake below.

And in that soft light there is another light, brighter, if more contained.

The Lion is here, pacing out of the forest.

There is something solemn about him tonight.

Solemn, and perhaps a little sad.

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[treading_dawn]

"To be King or Queen in Narnia is to be King and Queen for always. And yet it would have been the same had they been only ordinary men and women."

He watches the King, and he sees the crown, and even in the moonlight the Lion shines with his own brightness, warm as the sun.

"I tell you this now so that you will remember it, as your heart remembers things that your mind does not."

[the_seafarer]

"I won't leave her again."

It's certain, and quiet, and it's a promise.

"And I'll remember."

[treading_dawn]

"You will."

Aslan's voice is quiet but deep, like the tolling of a great bell.

His words are less promise than truth.

No one is forgotten in Aslan's country, or in the country of the Emperor Over the Sea.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian nods, and he holds himself a little straighter, and his eyes look a little older.

"I'm ready."

[treading_dawn]

"It is well. But walk with me a while longer."

Aslan's mane brushes against Caspian as he passes, tailtip flicking gently at the king's arm.

"Some nights are not meant for solitude."