"I don't know these 'Lannisters of Casterly Rock'. I am Caspian, King of Narnia." He touched the lion once more, wishing desperately that Aslan would suddenly appear. A simple roar and the collars would fall from their necks.

But Aslan couldn't save them all the time. This was a test and it was for him to find his way free. He had to believe that, otherwise...hope would be lost.

"The lion represents Aslan, I think." He hopes. "Are these 'Lannisters' responsible for bringing you here?"