It was his own father， the good King Erlian： but not as irian had seen him last when they brought him home ale and wounded from his fight with the giant， nor even s Tirian remembered him in his later years when he was grey.headed warrior. This was his father， young and erry， as he could just remember him from very early days hen he himself had been a little boy playing games with is father in the castle garden at Cair Paravel， just before edtime on summer evenings. The very smell of the bread nd milk he used to have for supper came back to him. Jewel thought to himself， “I will leave them to talk for little and then I will go and greet the good King Erlian. any a bright apple has he given me when I was but a colt.” ut next moment he had something else to think of， for out f the gateway there came a horse so mighty and noble that ven a Unicorn might feel shy in its presence： a great winged orse. It looked a moment at the Lord Digory and the ady Polly and neighed out “What， cousins！” and they both houted “Fledge！ Good old Fledge！” and rushed to kiss it.
