"Just Caspian, I beg you," Caspian tells him, easily. "If every royal who came here stood upon ceremony, it'd get desperately confusing, wouldn't it? Who would take precedence?"

He amuses himself for a moment with a thought of them all taking turns, then shakes it away. "I winded Queen Susan's horn," he answers, just as if this were a perfectly normal strategy to take when one is losing a war. "Its magic brought the four Pevensies back to Narnia to aid us."