THE CUB. I should have called him the Cub. Though maybe they had a discussion about it... "Jalur, I'm very big now." "Yes," the Tiger replied, deciding to not point out that the Cub was still riding ponies and needed a bolster at the supper table. "I think I'm too big to be called Cub. Could you call me by my real name, please? 'cept maybe...." The Cub looked down and poked the grass with a very dirty foot. "Maybe everyone calls me Cub because they don't want to say Father's name?" That, Jalur thought, was probably true. And certainly not fair. "I agree." Jalur had to muster himself. He'd not spoken the beloved name in so long. "Prince Edmund." The boy looked up, smiling the way his father had. "Prince? I'm not sure how I feel about that." "I will insist upon your proper titles, my Prince, even if you do not."
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"Jalur, I'm very big now."
"Yes," the Tiger replied, deciding to not point out that the Cub was still riding ponies and needed a bolster at the supper table.
"I think I'm too big to be called Cub. Could you call me by my real name, please? 'cept maybe...." The Cub looked down and poked the grass with a very dirty foot. "Maybe everyone calls me Cub because they don't want to say Father's name?"
That, Jalur thought, was probably true. And certainly not fair.
"I agree." Jalur had to muster himself. He'd not spoken the beloved name in so long. "Prince Edmund."
The boy looked up, smiling the way his father had. "Prince? I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"I will insist upon your proper titles, my Prince, even if you do not."