During the long climb down the winding staircase Cornelius whispered many more words of direction and advice. Caspian’s heart was sinking， but he tried to take it all in. Then came the fresh air in the garden， a fervent handclasp with the Doctor， a run across the lawn， a welcoming whinny from Destrier， and so King Caspian the Tenth left the castle of his fathers. Looking back， he saw fireworks going up to celebrate the birth of the new prince. All night he rode southward， choosing by.ways and bridle paths through woods as long as he was in country that he knew； but afterwards he kept to the high road. Destrier was as excited as his master at this unusual journey， and Caspian， though tears had come into his eyes at saying goodbye to Doctor Cornelius， felt brave and， in a way， happy， to think that he was King Caspian riding to seek adventures， with his sword on his left hip and Queen Susan‘s magic horn on his right. But when day came， with a sprinkle of rain， and he looked about him and saw on every side unknown woods， wild heaths， and blue mountains， he thought how large andstrange the world was and felt frightened and small.
