Caspian waits for him to look about, and breathes deep of the flower- and fruit-scented air. It's not the same as Aslan's Country, and that's all for the better, for this. "Come," he offers, and leads Cuthbert along one of the garden's branching paths, towards where the birch-woman stands, her leaves the warm emerald green of summer.

Drawing near, he stops and bows. "Sister," he says. "We came to thank you for your help, and to beg of you a favor. This is my friend, Cuthbert Allgood."