Two things happen at once as Susan's hateful aunt brings up her hand: first, Caspian draws his sword with a silvery hiss of metal on leather, and second, the garden – indeed, the woods all around them – erupt into a roar of sound.
It's a thing he's only heard once before, on the battlefield between the Telmarine army and Old Narnia: as if a wild summer storm had broken over the entire forest. The beech-woman is well awake now, he sees – Cordelia, in her maddened fury, seems unaware of the great trunk and lashing branches coming behind her. Darkness is indeed encroaching... but it comes for Cordelia, trees shifting forward, branches reaching. Behind him, he can hear the birch-woman calling; before him, he sees the beech-woman reach to wrap her branches around Cordelia like a lover.
Caspian holds his sword at the ready, but hangs back from attacking. "You should not have brought fire into this place, evil one," he says, cold. "And the trees here are fond of your niece. No one will go into the darkness this night but you."
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It's a thing he's only heard once before, on the battlefield between the Telmarine army and Old Narnia: as if a wild summer storm had broken over the entire forest. The beech-woman is well awake now, he sees – Cordelia, in her maddened fury, seems unaware of the great trunk and lashing branches coming behind her. Darkness is indeed encroaching... but it comes for Cordelia, trees shifting forward, branches reaching. Behind him, he can hear the birch-woman calling; before him, he sees the beech-woman reach to wrap her branches around Cordelia like a lover.
Caspian holds his sword at the ready, but hangs back from attacking. "You should not have brought fire into this place, evil one," he says, cold. "And the trees here are fond of your niece. No one will go into the darkness this night but you."