From outside, Caspian waits, his sword easy in his hand, watching with growing impatience.

"My lords," he calls, his voice clear, and warning, "High King. I'd charge you to leave this quarrel to the knight and to myself."

He takes a step, and takes Peter by the arm to speak quietly into his ear.

"This is my choice, brother. Give me 'til the hour strikes ere you ask me to stop again."

He points to Rilian. "Let him come out, and fight, if he will."