"The stories were true," Susan says, just as softly as before, but with a deep and abiding certainty in her words. "The realest ones always are, do'ee kennit? And thee believed them, and brought them back."

(a rose of perfect beauty)

She tugs at his hand to draw him to a stop, then reaches up to touch his cheek. "Thee are a good man, Caspian. And a good king, too."