It's hard to explain the feeling he gets, seeing the two little boys: it's rather like something's expanded, deep in his chest, and he feels all full and light with it, like a balloon lifting into the sky.

Amy picks one of the boys up, and Caspian goes over to the two of them, ducking his head to look more closely at his nephew, eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Hullo, Caspian. Dear me, yes, I suppose so. I don't know how all the other Caspians managed it." Reaching forward, he puts a gentle hand on his namesake's head to stroke the fine hair there.

"And already curious and crawling about, good, good. Excellent."