“Less grand,” she says, smiling, untroubled. “All I’ve heard tell of Narnia - it sounds more like Gilead.”

Susan spreads out her skirts with one hand and draws a makeshift map with her finger. “If ye think of this as Mid-World, Gilead were here, in the heart of New Canaan. Hambry were here,” she explains, moving her hand far to the side. “Hard by the Clean Sea, and the seat o’Barony for Mejis, but more a town at most than any sort of city. Fishermen on the water, and herds on the grasslands of the Drop - horses and cattle and some sheep, even. A quiet place at the end of everything, until it weren’t.”