Now, Prince Ed–

King. It's King Edmund, actually. Just "king" though– Peter's the High King. [pauses] I know, it's confusing.

I don't remember this way.

That's the problem with girls - you can't carry a map in your heads.

That's because our heads have something in them.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all.

Ahh! [stabs sword into the ground] Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom.

[after being saved by Peter]

Drop him?! That's the best you can come up with?

A simple "thank you" would suffice.

They were doing fine drowning me without your help.

Maybe we should have let them!

Why were they trying to kill you anyway?

They're Telmarines. That's what they do.

Telmarines? In Narnia?

Where have you been for the last few hundred years?

It's a bit of a long story, actually.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me... You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?

High King Peter. The Magnificent.

You probably could have left off that last bit.

Probably.

What are you?

You know, it's funny that you would ask that. You think most people would know a badger when they see one.

No, no I mean... You are Narnians. You are supposed to be extinct.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Here you go, still hot.

Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?

I'm not a soldier. I am Prince Caspian, the tenth.

What are you doing here?

Running away. My uncle has always wanted my throne. I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own.

Well that changes things.

Yeah. It means we don't have to kill you ourselves.

You're right.

Where are you going?

My uncle won't stop until I'm dead.

But you can't leave! You're meant to save us.