Although, in a way, he couldn't help but think ships bound him back somewhat to the Golden Age of Narnia--to Kings like the one now standing beside him--almost as much as to his own ancestors in Telmar.
"In a few weeks time. You'll come, won't you?" And that manages to tear his eyes from the ship to the other young man. "When we take her out? The first time, at least?"
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Although, in a way, he couldn't help but think ships bound him back somewhat to the Golden Age of Narnia--to Kings like the one now standing beside him--almost as much as to his own ancestors in Telmar.
"In a few weeks time. You'll come, won't you?" And that manages to tear his eyes from the ship to the other young man. "When we take her out? The first time, at least?"