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The room he's obtained suits his tastes as well as anything he could have chosen for himself. The furnishings are well-made and elegant, but designed primarily for use, and not overly ornate--fitting for a warrior king.
A dethroned king, as he supposes he is now.
He's undressed and in the strange bed when it hits him, when the internal walls he's been keeping up in order to function fall away. Sitting up, Tirian drops his face into his hands and weeps, bitterly.
For Jewel, whose fate he doesn't know, for Roonwit the Centaur and those who died at Cair Paravel (and he wasn't there, a voice in his mind keeps whispering, and he knows he couldn't have saved them, but he wasn't there), for the Dogs and the Horses and the Bear whose last words were "I don't understand", for Eustace and Jill, for Lucy's face when he spoke to her of it tonight, for himself.
For Narnia.
He's here, in this strange place with friends and at least one enemy, and he'll go on, and meet whatever awaits him here as best he can.
But for now, the last king of Narnia weeps for his home and his people, until he has no more tears to shed.
A dethroned king, as he supposes he is now.
He's undressed and in the strange bed when it hits him, when the internal walls he's been keeping up in order to function fall away. Sitting up, Tirian drops his face into his hands and weeps, bitterly.
For Jewel, whose fate he doesn't know, for Roonwit the Centaur and those who died at Cair Paravel (and he wasn't there, a voice in his mind keeps whispering, and he knows he couldn't have saved them, but he wasn't there), for the Dogs and the Horses and the Bear whose last words were "I don't understand", for Eustace and Jill, for Lucy's face when he spoke to her of it tonight, for himself.
For Narnia.
He's here, in this strange place with friends and at least one enemy, and he'll go on, and meet whatever awaits him here as best he can.
But for now, the last king of Narnia weeps for his home and his people, until he has no more tears to shed.