“Let me simply be Susan to ye, I pray,” she tells Drinian, then beams a quick smile at Caspian. “I can just see him doing so, eager to see what’d lie ahead, so I can.”

Susan peers closely at the side of the great gilt dragon, then climbs up a step to look out the way the sailor on watch would have done. “It reminds me of a tale of a prince who looked through the eyes of a dragon,” she muses. “Many and many-a year ago, in a far, far-off kingdom.”