Reepicheep considers her with a pleased, interested eye: this Daughter of Eve is clearly a lady of some distinction and responsibility, here at this strange place at the edge of the world. "Stables, mistress?" he asks, but then they stroll outside and he forgets his manners in favor of pure wonderment.

"By the Mane," he gasps. This isn't Aslan's Country, no – it's some other world entirely, he thinks. He gazes at the smudge of dark forest at the edge of the grassy area near them, then follows her glance down towards what looks like a large lake, where a bright-haired young man works on small boat that has been pulled in to shore.

There's something familiar about him.