King Lune stands on the deck of his flagship, The Golden Lily, and shields his eyes from the mist of the rough sea. It is very early in the morning and the king of Archenland has a heavy heart. His former friend, and once-upon-a-time Lord Chancellor, Lord Bar, had stolen the eldest of his twin sons and the posse that Lune mustered had failed to catch him in time. Golden Lily had speed and quickly caught sight of Bar's ship, but Lune could not engage in a battle for fear of harming his infant son. When his men had boarded the captured ship, Lord Bar was dead, as was much of his crew, by their own hands, but Prince Cor was not to be found. Lune knows Alina, his queen, will be devastated and Corin, although too young to understand, will sense that a piece of himself was missing.

"Well, I guess that's it for the prophecy about your son," comes the disheartened voice of a sailor.

"What's that?" Lune's answers sharply.

"The prophecy, your majesty. The centaur must have been mistaken that young Prince Cor would save us all one day."

"How do you come to conclude that, friend?" Lune is patient with the young man.

The sailor has the inkling that his king has lost his mind. He stands befuddled for a moment.

"Well, sir-Your Majesty, I-uh-your son isn't here with us. How can he save Archenland if he isn't in Archenland?" He pauses wondering if he should go farther, "How can he save us if he's dead?"

Lune gives him a sad smile, "I don't know, lad, it's true-I don't know." He pauses to look the sailor in the eye, "But there is one thing I do know-I can trust the One who does know!"

"Beg pardon, sir?" The sailor looks perplexed.

"Aslan will see to it that the prophecy concerning my son will come to pass. Everything He has ordained will come true. It will happen in His time, of course, not ours, but His word is completely trustworthy."

King Lune give the young sailor a fatherly shake of the shoulder, "He is completely trustworthy, son. Cor will save Archenland someday. I may not live to see it-Cor, himself, might die doing it-we cannot know that, but I do trust that whether it's in this world or the next, my family will be reunited one day."

"How can you bear not knowing, your majesty?"

"Ah, that's hard, but the Lion has his reasons for allowing the things He does-we can't fathom all of the good things He has in store for us, He must have had a reason for allowing Cor to be taken from us this night-all will be revealed one day, you can count on that!"

"To answer your question though, how do I bear not knowing Cor's fate on this night? I bear it because I trust the One who does know Cor's fate this night. I know Him and I trust Him with my sons."