"He had to be, for battle."

He collects the stallion's reins and follows suit with a few apples of his own, then bites into the one Susan had given him. It tastes crisp and sweet and juicy and for a moment he's transported back in time to those first harvests in Narnia after the Telmarines had been driven out. "This way," he tells her, tipping his head toward a path that leads away at an angle from the spot where they came in.