Susan isn't with the rabbits, and she isn't on the paths, and Caspian's worry and strain is starting to translate through to Kiseki. The gelding snorts and prances, nervous, as Caspian considers where else to look.

The only other place he can think of is the garden of the tree-sisters, on the other side of the lake. He pats Kiseki's neck and urges the gelding into a loping canter, keeping a sharp eye on the path as he does for any branches or rocks which might appear.