"It's difficult to explain," he says. "It felt the way it felt to blow Queen Susan's horn, or to run about with Bacchus and Silenus – like Deep Magic, not White or Dark. One could feel the love in it – and the loneliness, too."

Caspian shakes his head as they pass into the stand of dark trees. "I've felt that other sort of lure before – "

(Deathwater)

"– and this, thank the Lion, wasn't anything like."