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[deserved_it]

Enter Eustace, from the House of Arch, to an armchair by the fire. Props list: Tea (provided by a waitrat) and chessboard (abandoned by the fire).

He fidgets with the pieces, setting them up as if for a game, but eventually seems just as content to lean back in the armchair and gaze up into the rafters drowsily.

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[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

He could be disguising himself!

Or Cora's mun could be sleepy, >.>.

"--of course," Cora says, laughing. "Sorry, I've already missed one king, so I was a bit needlessly suspicious. I've not heard of you in the stories, but I'm sure it's an honor."

[deserved_it]

He pulls a rueful face. "I think I'm rather glad of that, really. I understand the stories about me that stuck around were the unflattering ones."

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you didn't do anything that awful, else there would be a good many more stories about it," she says, amused.

[deserved_it]

"Not awful -- just embarrassing."

So not elaborating on that one.

"Anyway, I might be after your time. Who's ruling just now?"

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

"It's the twelfth year of the reign of King Miraz," she supplies, before adding helpfully "Prince Caspian is twelve, in my time."

Then she blinks.

"But--you must be mistaken. Your cousins are almost...mythical, in my world.

[deserved_it]

His eyebrows go up. "Definitely after your time, then. I think Caspian was about my age when I first got to Narnia."

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Cora opens her mouth as if to say something, then blinks, and closes it.

"How did you manage that--if your cousins were...? Unless this is one of those travelling between worlds things," she adds, confused.

[deserved_it]

"It's a travelling between worlds thing," he assures her. "I don't quite know how it works, but there it is."