"Understood." Lysander bowed and took his leave. He'd give Dumas a cheerful smile before he departed toward the ships. "Should I give your lady a message for you...?"

On the way home he stared at the stars. He thought about what he would say to the Narnians, to Caspian and Celine... What he could do with the power should she grant it to him.

He would sew the seeds of dissent among the Narnians, and eagerly await the white wolf.

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Caspian blinked as the specter vanished completely. He felt Celine shivering beside him and drew her close that they might warm one another.

"The creature was a woman." Caspian informed the foxes. "Or rather, what was left of her. I believe she used the last of her magic to strengthen us against our true enemy. The Witch." He glanced into the woods around them, looking for some wisp of magic that might be left behind. There was none. The trees around them shivered, but began to sway and sigh relief as the cold magic passed over them.

"Let us return to the palace." He suggested to the company. "We must plan our defense."