“Hear then， O father. This very night and in this hour I will take but two hundred horse and ride across the desert. And it shall seem to all men that you know nothing of my going. On the second morning I shall be at the gates of King Lune’s castle of Anvard in Archenland. They are at peace with us and unprepared and I shall take Anvard before they have bestirred themselves. Then I will ride through the pass above Anvard and down through Narnia to Cair Paravel. The High King will not be there； when I left them he was already preparing a raid against the giants on his northern border. I shall find Cair Paravel， most likely with open gates， and ride in. I shall exercise prudence and courtesy and spill as little Narnian blood as I can. And what then remains but to sit there till the Splendour Hyalineputs in， with Queen Susan on board， catch my strayed bird as she sets foot ashore， swing her into the saddle， and then， ride， ride， ride back to Anvard？”
“But is it not probable， O my son，” said the Tisroc， “that at the taking of the woman either King Edmund or you will lose his life？”
