The dance has gotten even more lively, and the vale is full now of Narnians of all sorts: Dwarves, Fauns, Dryads, Naiads, Centaurs, Talking Animals. And among them all, hair bright under the starlight, Caspian talks and laughs and embraces them as old friends.

Nothing bad could happen to Susan here, and he knows better than most that sometimes Aslan's Country provides that which could not be found anywhere else; both in the form of comfort and answers.

So when he looks up and sees the two girls standing together, hand in hand, one drenched in starlight, one bright as the morning sun, his heart gives a glad leap and he smiles as he lowers his head to them both.