"Merry Christmas, merry Christmas," says a familiar voice.

Father Christmas strolls up to the royal couple and hands Isabella an envelope and a smallish paper packet neatly tied up with string. "Here are your gifts, Eve's Daughter, and yours, Eve's Son." James gets a similarly sized packet of differently coloured paper. "The lighthouses of Narnia's coasts have been restored. I trust you can find creatures to operate them."