Aslan's tail flicks, and his mane ruffles gently in the garden breeze. "Bird and bear and hare and fish," he intones, in his low and rich and rumbling voice. "I hear the prayers you make to your fathers. And those lifted to me."

Caspian is quiet for a moment, then rolls his head to look towards Susan and the gunslingers. "I thought I glimpsed him, yesterday," he murmurs. "We'd spoken, once, in my cabin on the Treader, on a day when I – when I needed to hear him. So I went there again, and asked."