"Aye," Caspian agrees, a smile twitching at his lips. "She can be very fierce, indeed."

A good thing, as far as he's concerned. She'll need her temper before all is said and done, he thinks.

The temperature is steadily warming. Caspian loosens his scarf and points ahead. There's no very clear sign of the garden yet, aside from a haze of green ahead of them, but the trees around the path seem to be clearing, and that peaceful, loving feeling he associates with the tree-sisters is settling on him like soothing fingers. "Look," he says. "Do you see it?"