the golden age

[deepest_magic]

When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.

Comments

[neverbeatme]

"Yeah, that's a good plan. Although it's hard to decide between trying to ask him and maybe not getting the chance, and wasting a present on a written question that might not be satisfyingly answered..."

[deepest_magic]

"Well, I got a whole list of questions, last time, and he didn't wait for me to ask them before deciding they were my present, so we might be in a bind having thought of it anyway and might as well think of more things we want to know."

[neverbeatme]

"He did seem to at least lightly imply that he only answers written correspondence that way, but yeah, fair point. Okay. Let's start keeping a list."

[deepest_magic]

Out comes the infinity notebook.

[neverbeatme]

"First question: What should we know about the apples of immortality...? I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied with that phrasing, but it seems good enough to write down."

[deepest_magic]

Write write. "Well, he's Father Christmas, not an evil genie, he might be terse but I don't think we can get more out of him by asking really exactingly phrased questions."

[neverbeatme]

"The phrasing still matters some. For example, if I asked 'what is Winter's problem', which was the first phrasing that sprang to mind, the answer might not be about the apples even though the question was intended to be."

[deepest_magic]

"Ha. We can still ask what Winter's problem is though."

[neverbeatme]

"True."

[deepest_magic]

Isabella writes that down.

[neverbeatme]

"What else might we want to ask him about? Maybe if there are any other surprises like those dark tunnels..."

[deepest_magic]

Nod, nod. "And if Winter left anything out when he marked up the map."

[neverbeatme]

"That too..."

[deepest_magic]

"He tried to get back to Earth and couldn't. I want to know why. Not that I want to be on Earth particularly but I want to know why he found it intraversible."

[neverbeatme]

"That would be useful."

[deepest_magic]

Write write. "And if there's a way to let him die that Father Christmas happens to know. ...Do you suppose Father Christmas gives out mercy killings as presents."

[neverbeatme]

"Well, we can ask."

[deepest_magic]

Sigh. "Not very Christmasy."

[neverbeatme]

"Yeah."

[deepest_magic]

Winter continues to be Not Very Christmasy. The monarchs have other things to do, though. There's an archery competition and a tourney and a horse race (won respectively by Isabella, James, and a horse). There's some ruffled feathers and raised hackles to be soothed even a while after the kidnapping - it has shaken some creatures' confidence - but most people are placated by the story and the conclusion where Winter is in the inescapable dungeon. There are envoys to see and send and disputes to settle and an economy to gentle along without disrupting its charming Narnian-ness.

They can't very well visit him when they're in the summer palace for the summer.

They're back in Cair Paravel in autumn and there's Queensday and everyone stuffs themselves on harvest foods and there is a funeral for a knight who was getting on a bit and they have to establish traditions for knightly funerals and there are delights of married life to partake in and a grand ball that Viridian wanted to throw and how did they go this long without noticing that Narnia hadn't invented roof gutters and -

- there is snow, everywhere, deep and crisp and even, and a list of questions in Isabella's notebook.

1. What should we know about the apples of immortality?

2. What is Winter's problem?

3. Are there more surprises in Narnia like the dark tunnels?

4. Did Winter omit anything when he marked the tunnels?

5. Why couldn't Winter go back to Earth?

6. Is there a way to let him die?

7. Is there in general a reliable way to get between Earth and Narnia and back?

8. Are there any magic items lying around we could get without having to wait for you to bring them?

9. What other questions might it be worthwhile to ask you and what are the answers to them?

[pythbox]

"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."

[neverbeatme]

"Definitely."

[deepest_magic]

"Merry Christmas," says Isabella cheerfully.

[pythbox]

He smiles and nods to each of them and sweeps out of the room.

[deepest_magic]

Isabella opens her envelope.