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[Click.]

[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.

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"I am certain it is," he says with a slight nod, referring to the truthfulness of that.

The White Witch is definitely sorcery, as were her two wards sent to cut his hand, but Aslan is also magic, perhaps the greatest magic, and Luna and Merlin know magic as well. Of all of them and the magic users that come to mind, in Narnia and in this City, Jadis is the only one who truly strikes him as deplorable. Beyond that, people seem to be a greater threat than magic itself. He remembers Claire and Karolina's secrets and why they are made to keep things that way. He understands too when Merlin speaks to him of Arthur's father and Arthur's father's rules. Caspian hopes he has done away with that for Narnia, not just for the dwarfs and the centaurs or the fauns and the Talking Beasts, but for Telmarines as well. However, the wand is still an evil, tainted magic, the might of one man's army in the palm of one woman's hand.

"It is not quite like the snow," he remarks, turning his attention back to the floating papers, "but these will not melt." Caspian smiles.