It's easy to forget while he's here, but this is not Narnia-as-was or even Narnia-as-is , but Narnia as it should be, as it could be. So perhaps it's not strange that, as he thinks back to a ball held in honor of their departure across the sea to the East, that same ball should slowly come into form around them. Centaurs hold a solemn conversation off to one side of the great room, fauns leap and frolic as the music surges, and Caspian whirls Susan into the dance, light-footed and sure, while dream-light glints off his brow and touches the outline of a crown.