deepest_magic | 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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deepest_magic

"The king's name is James," says Isabella. "There are winged horses named Pinfeather?"

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pythbox

"Yes! Is that surprising?" he inquires.

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deepest_magic

"I didn't have any preconceptions about winged horse names. But I think it's cute."

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pythbox

"Okay," Flit says agreeably. "I think Isabella is a pretty name! It's very mysterious. Anyway, what's an envoy supposed to do? I'm not really sure."

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deepest_magic

"Well, you come in and you join us for meals and stay in a guest room for a while - I think the ones that are set up for unicorns and so on should work all right for you - and you tell us about winged horses and we tell you about how Narnia is being run these days and eventually you go home and talk to the other winged horses about that. You can also talk to them through my scepter if you want, it will let people talk to their friends from far away, but I don't let it out of my sight so you couldn't say anything privately or very long that way. Maybe there are things winged horses need that we can supply or things we could use that winged horses could supply, or both, and then we figure out how we want to do that."

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pythbox

"That doesn't sound too hard, I guess," he says. "Okay!"

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deepest_magic

"Welcome to Cair Paravel."

And Isabella leads him into the castle.

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pythbox

"I feel very welcomed!" he says, following after her and tucking his wings in close so they don't bang against the door-frames.

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deepest_magic

"So tell me about the winged horses. How are you organized? What do you do do all day? What were you eating during the long winter?"

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pythbox

"Well, the winter didn't make very much of a difference up in the mountains," he says. "Since it's cold up there anyway. I grew up with Gramps telling stories about how we used to live lower down and there were more things to eat sometimes and it all sounded very tasty but I didn't really understand what it was like until spring happened. Spring is very exciting! What do you mean, how are we organized?"

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deepest_magic

"Well, who decided you should be the envoy and how did they decide it?"

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pythbox

"I was really excited about it and no one else nearby was that excited but everybody agreed that we should send somebody so it was just obvious," he says.

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deepest_magic

"What would've happened if nobody was very excited, or if not everybody agreed that you should send somebody?"

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pythbox

"Well, if nobody was very excited we would've had to pick based on something else," he says. "Maybe somebody who was a good flier and didn't mind going. It's a long flight. I didn't even know how long it was until I flew it. And if not everybody agreed then the people who didn't think we should send somebody and the people who did think we should send somebody would argue, and if there was enough arguing about it and there wasn't anybody who really wanted to go then we probably wouldn't have sent somebody after all."

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deepest_magic

"What would have happened if you had really wanted to go but the others didn't think anybody ought to go?"

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pythbox

"Well, then they would've argued with me about it! But I don't know what they would've said because I don't know why anybody wouldn't want me to go," he says. "It's Narnia. Real proper not-always-winter-anymore Narnia."

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deepest_magic

"Okay," laughs Isabella, writing something down in her notebook. "When the spring came how come we didn't see any winged horses coming to see what was going on?"

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pythbox

"Well, because we weren't sure if there were even any people in Narnia anymore or if the evil winter witch had starved you all to death, and there wasn't anybody who wanted to go find out more than they wanted to stay home and enjoy having seasons," he says. "But then that centaur came by. And I got excited."

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deepest_magic

"Makes sense."

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pythbox

"I thought so!" he agrees. "Wow. Castles are weird. But very pretty. You mentioned food, is there going to be food?"

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deepest_magic

"Lunch will be served in about an hour. I can tell the kitchen what you like best to eat if you'll tell me."

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pythbox

"I don't think I know what I like best to eat!" he says consideringly. "Because I haven't tried all the things to eat that there are! There haven't been seasons for very long. I know I like fruit, though. I like every kind of fruit I've tried."