I can easily bring myself to tears thinking about my own sons, and how much I long to be for them—and therefore long for them to be—a man like King Lune of Archenland: stable and secure, sacrificial and giving, brave and valiant, big-hearted and great-souled, a man who has known grief, but with the deep confidence of one whose feet are firmly planted on a rock, still laughs at the time to come.
