He finishes readying Sorely in silence, his jaw tight and his mind racing.

Usurper! it cries, thief!. But this brother of the king, he is not Miraz and this is not Caspian's land.

The injustice of it burns him, though. I think your king and I might have some things in common, Marian.

"That is something," he agrees finally, leading Sorely out of his stall and waiting for Marian. "It is good that there those who are fighting for what is right, and not simply hiding away or allowing themselves to be beaten down.