Fish sideways glanced at Machia, who had hit his forehead with his hand. She smiled and looked back at the Pevensies. "Aye, yer majesties, something wonderful be in the air here - and it ain't jest the normal Narnian effect...."
The feast had gone quite well, though few of Sean's questions had been answered. Apparently everyone thought he was some great war hero who had 'spells' of memory lapse.
"What of our trade routes?" Ambassador Piggles was quite aggressive when it came to diplomacy.
"They will remain open between our lands, but any weapon smuggling will be dealt with harshly." Sean said firmly.
The ambassador paused a moment. "Very well, I will take this to the prince. Oh, what about those trolls?" He reminded Sean.
"Ah, yes. I'll get on that immediately." He called for a battalion of veteran soldiers and archers, plus 20 or so good knights.
"M'lord." The knight who had sat on Sean's left stood up. "Let me lead the men against these foul creatures." He asked.
"No."
"M'lord?" he asked.
"I will lead them. You will of course come too."
"Sire...I don't think that would be wise."
"Dear, I won't allow it. Your condition..." Lady Melissa said.
"As of late I have been plagued with strange feelings of combat. Let me rid myself of them." He looked into Melissa's eyes, and saw pools of love and compassion, lit with concern for who she percieved as her husband.
The drawbridge lowered and a small host left the castle with Sean at the head.