Caspian continued to pace and fume, and Lysander continued to look dour and sad. 

“We can not negotiate with her! It is surely an evil trick! She would attack us anyhow. To regain Narnia is the desire of her black heart…” Caspian turned to his companions, tightening his fist.

“Are you certain?” Lysander looked confused. “Pardon me… but I know less of her and Narnia’s history than yourselves. Mathias is the one that she invaded, not Narnia. Are you so certain she is not satisfied with her conquest?” He shook his head. “Even so, I doubt she is wholly in control of Mathias anyhow. There are still rebels factions and loyalists both about their countryside… She is still working to subdue the Mathias just so as it was in Narnia's winter days. She will be quite occupied with Mathias for some time. We need not rush to conclusions or actions. We have time to plan.” He folded his hands on the long table. “Pray tell me… how was it, in legend, that the Ice Queen was defeated last time?”

“By Aslan’s just paw!” Caspian was red in the cheeks. “Aslan was even slain by her own blade on the ancient stone table. She thought that she had gotten the best of him, while he sacrificed himself for King Edmund… but Alas, Aslan can not be defeated! He rose from the dead and surpassed her power and killed her the next day!” It was an old strange story… on of his favorites.

“It seems he did not kill her. Do we wait? Will this battle-beast only defend Narnia or will he fight for Mathias as well?”

“Battle-Beast?” Caspian turned, offended.

“Every story I hear of him is in the fray… killing the snow-queen, or the armies of your uncle… I meant no offense highness…” he raised his hands in the air like white flags of surrender and lowered his head. “Still… I wonder… do we wait? or act?”