Isabella Marie Swan ⌻ "Eve" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deepest_magic) wrote2014-06-25 02:15 pm
deepest_magic) wrote2014-06-25 02:15 pm
the golden age
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.
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She puts her puzzle down and starts playing with the map instead. It's pretty easy to discover that it can be zoomed and panned with a touch, the ink lines flowing smoothly across the page. And then—
"Hey, roads!" she exclaims. "I mean - there were already roads, but look."
The map is zoomed in on Cair Paravel, close enough to show what she's talking about: the road that runs from the castle to the nearest small town is depicted as wide and flat and clear, not the mess of pits and rocks and tangled overgrowth and sudden narrowings that it has been up until now.
"I bet he did the whole country. That's amazing. I'd been planning to send some people out to do a proper survey and start planning repairs, but now I can skip that and get straight to organizing maintenance." She glances at the side door. "If he was still here I'd hug him."
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The shipbuilding project gets off the ground - the White Witch had a ship, but it is widely believed to be haunted or cursed and the Narnians won't touch it. They build their own boats, and establish regular routes between Narnia proper and overseas territories of the Narnian Empire.
The schools are very popular. Isabella takes an old lady dwarf's calligraphy class and a centaur's forestry class and learns history from an ex-statue unicorn; she tries archery and singing and leatherworking. James sits in on miscellaneous lessons and teaches a bit of math. (The puzzle present turns out, after considerable fiddling, to unfold into a simple computer, although in an abstract and extremely mathematical way that renders it near-useless to anyone but James herself.)
Isabella heals any injured or sick Narnian who makes it to Cair Paravel, and will travel considerable distances for those who can't make the journey, with her cordial; when she notices the level of the juice visibly dropping she adds a berry from her potted plant as instructed by Father Christmas, and it fizzes and dissolves and the crystal is full again.
When the weather is fine - or dramatic - or she sees a new place - or when the leaves are startling red on the morning of Queensday when she turns thirteen - she takes a picture, and pastes it into her infinity notebook. Sometimes she takes portraits of her subjects and copies them onto loose paper for them to keep, and every now and again she will loan the postcard-camera to someone who is publishing a book, so that they can paste pictures into each copy as it comes off the press and have them all illustrated in a jiffy. She reliably gets it back afterwards.
There are pictures of herself and James in the infinity notebook, too. James with an eagle messenger on her fist, hearing news from Archenland. Isabella, staff in hand, dancing with a Faun on Kingsday. James on her throne gravely hearing the dispute between a rhinoceros and a rabbit. Isabella christening a new ship for their fleet with a bottle of champagne and a grin on her face. James practicing with her magic sword, solo, guided by its enchantment into learning how to do it herself. Isabella in the wardrobe mistress's most extravagant choice of finery officiating a wedding between Acorn and an equally shy lady rabbit. The king and queen together both of them on horseback beside Isabella's sometime-bodyguard unicorn, Dewdrop, and a small contingent of centaurs and bears riding out to respond to a report of a werewolf attacking the people of a distant town. Isabella can't reasonably wish to have had the camera before the notebook to put the pictures in and the accompanying pen (the pen, it turns out, will do calligraphy tips at her whim), nor before her ability to walk and run or the cordial that saved so many lives - but she very much likes having it early, to get down all the splendor of Narnia to keep forever between the white covers of her infinity notebook.
Queensday goes by, the pumpkins are harvested, the kitchens of Cair Paravel produce stew and drinks and sweets of them, and the frost descends.
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Is there only one of you?
Where did you come from?
How do you give presents to everyone in Narnia in one day?
What do you do the rest of the year?
Why don't you go to Earth?
Do you go anywhere else?
How do you make the presents? Can I learn to make magic things too?
Where do you go when it's not Christmas?
How do you know what to get people?
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"Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas," he says. "For you, Isabella, Daughter of Eve, you will find a new bookshelf in the library that can summon any book you can identify exactly. It cannot give you more books than it has room for, but when new ones start to crowd out the old, it can always bring them back, although it cannot offer more than one copy of the same book at a time. And secondly, this." He hands her a letter - a blank envelope sealed with red wax.
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He hands the king a short wand or staff, just about the right size to be carried in her hand, made of a dark heavy wood. Twining all around it in a tight spiral are a succession of plant-themed decorations picked out in various metals and gems: different types of leaves along one third, different types of berries in the middle, and different types of flowers at the last. It's very pretty.
"Once, for a time, there were Knights in Narnia. They had a hall very near to Cair Paravel; perhaps you have seen its ruin. Now you will see it restored, that you may restore the Knights in turn."
With that, he turns and leaves.
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"Next time maybe I will ask him questions first," she says, and she opens her envelope.
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But it contains her list of questions, neatly recopied.
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"Huh. Okay," she says, handing it back. "And my... whatever this is," she waves the decorated object slightly, "is magic somehow, but I don't think it's urgent enough that I should try to figure it out before I go to bed. Goodnight."
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It turns out that James's object relates to a stash of cloak-pins that have been gathered up into the knights' hall that Father Christmas restored. There are berry pins and leaf pins and flower pins, and James's investigations turns up their features: if, with her new present, she knights someone into the corresponding Order and they take suitable oaths of service, they will be able to wear a corresponding pin - otherwise quite bafflingly impossible. These pins can be recognized from farther away than their actual visible details ought to allow.
James's staff permits her to find all of them, where "all of them" begins by being just the pile of them in the Hall but later, as the dwarves reverse-engineer the designs on her order, come to be a larger quantity - and "finding" comes to have more information, including whether they are assigned to knights, whether those knights are alive, whether they are wearing their pins, and whether they have had their pins stolen. Each sort of pin has different effects. The leaves offer strength and durability, slight but useful; the berries make their wearers hardier and less easily exhausted; and the flowers improve the senses. The staff also has a distant communication function like Isabella's scepter, but while the scepter only works on friends, the staff only works on knights who have their pins on. The knights cannot hear each other, which means that while many simultaneous conversations are possible, it is most useful for one-to-one interactions or one-to-many announcements. It also technically has spying applications, but no knights sign on expecting to be wearing their cloak-pins like wires, and there are no particularly urgent targets.
Isabella's bookshelf is useful too. It will not appear more than one copy of a given text at a time, but they don't resist being copied, so she makes the bookshelf available for visitors' use and has copies scribed out of long-lost tomes. She is able to retrieve old favorite novels from Earth - but not, alas, anything so vague as "an engineering textbook" or "an introduction to physics". It might well have ruined the entire aesthetic of the kingdom, anyway (who knows if the physics are even the same in a country so pervasively magical?), and the people are happy and everything is stable; she doesn't lose too much sleep over not having the means to easily start an industrial revolution.
Acorn (who now has six kittens at home, but can make fewer and faster business trips with his cornucopia now that he has just about his pick of fast creatures to ride and now that everyone has farms) solicits a berry pin when he hears of the knightly orders' restoration.
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"Have you thought about what you want your knightly oath to be?" she asks when he brings it up.
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