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[iustus_rex]

He knows that there's some sort of magic to imitate doorbells on the private paintings, but still Edmund hesitates in the gallery for a long moment, standing in front of a painting of ships that do not quite look like the Dawn Treader, before instead searching out a painting of duelists

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[prince_arithon]

There are several of different makes and models carefully stored in racks around the court yard.

Arithon is working out with Alithiel, who is longer than he is tall and gleams with the blackness of her metal and the silver of the runes on her. She isn't glowing, but she still shines in the morning light.

It isn't a heavy work out, because he is expecting Edmund, just enough to get him limber for the rest of the day.

"Good morning."

He calls as he spins to a stop, saluting the Narnian King with the length of his sword.

[iustus_rex]

Edmund bows slightly, reflexively, although he doesn't lower his eyes from Arithon. "And to you as well, Arithon," he calls, coming closer a moment later. "How does this morning find you? Did you manage to wrest some free time for our excursion?"

[prince_arithon]

"I did indeed."

He puts his sword back in her sheath and grins,

"Are you ready to leave, then?"

And he heads toward where his vest and cloak are waiting for him.

[iustus_rex]

"I... suppose I am, yes. Unless you've any suggestions on what I may be forgetting?"

He hesitates a moment, and then shrugs.

"And... I'm not entirely certain what money to bring, I must admit."