You can climb a ladder up to the sun.

Your horse?

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Yes.

[The formerly blue king drops the broken tip of his sword and hurries through the grass towards the dark silhouette.]

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[hesitates for a second, but bends down to gingerly pick up the dropped sword piece. Can't leave stuff like that lying around.

Unlike Caspian, he maintains his leisurely walking pace.]

It looks like the deities kept their promise.

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[A wuffling and snorting horse is wuffly and snorty. He pets the stallion along the neck.]

It is him. He did not bolt.

[Not that not bolting is such a great indicator for the defector.]

Yes, they did, so it was not in vain.

[Noting the sword piece he reaches out to take it back from Peter.]

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[Peter hands the piece back to Caspian before shrugging.]

I suppose, but he won't be of much use in the city. There's also a problem of where to keep him.

[Reaches out to pat Destrier anyway. Handsome horse is handsome.]

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[He straps the broken bit to his baldric, giving a silent sigh at the hilt poking out from his scabbard. Destrier cures his woe.]

He is very useful, fast and sturdy. He would take us back to the 'apartment' quicker than your two feet.

[Destrier nudges Peter gently as horses do.]

There are stables, or even the hovel by the 'porch'.

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[Peter is kind of down after having his borrowed sword slashed in half, but at least it wasn't Rhindon.]

I'm sure there's a blacksmith in the city.

[Gives Destrier a good rub before glancing at Caspian.]

Hovel by the porch? The carport?

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Destrier...? Someone you know?

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[Not as down as Caspian who lost his Telmarine sword, but he's determined to repair it as well.]

I will find one but only the best should handle my blade.

Is that its name? It would be a good place for him.

[Another pet to the horse, then Caspian pauses before mounting without any saddle help.]

Are you coming?

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My horse, Sarah.

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Do you mean to say that you have a destrier, or that you are in need of one?

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You really think he'd be happy in the carport?

[Peter gives Caspian a look.]

I can walk.

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I have Destrier, Bree. It is his name and the origin of his namesake.

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Oh, that's wonderful! Perfect timing, too - I was just talking to Blue about horses.

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I could add hay and oats.

[No one has explained what the 'car' in the carport is. Destrier nudges Peter again then lips at his shoulder.]

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He may have to stay in the stables though I would like to keep him near.

Ah, does Blue have a horse?

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[Muttering to himself, barely audible over the network. Caspian may or may not be able to distinguish the words through Bree's accent, which has gotten more horsey with him speaking primarily to himself.]

... never could name horses properly ... suppose I've heard worse in my time ...

[Gives his mane a shake and returns his full attention to the transmission.]

You sound glad of his presence.

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He'll be happy there, I think, with the other horses.

No, but I do.

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I did not know you have a steed, Sarah.

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Hm?

[What's that? Caspian doesn't hear the criticism over his uncreative choice in names.]

Ah, I am glad of his presence. We have fared through much.

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Well yes, but carports are usually reserved for automobiles. I'm not sure the neighbors would approve either.

[Idly pets Destrier. Peter knows he'd slow them down by walking, but he still doesn't relish the idea of riding with Caspian.]

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Mmm, yes, he was a present. His name is Orion.

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Automobiles?

[Another pet to Destrier's neck, to ease the horse along at a slow walking person's pace, ie. Peter's. The horse snorts.]

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