Caspian knows all about witches, and what they can do to the land.
(always winter, never Christmas)
Instead of telling Marian of his thoughts, though, he watches the birds eat, watches the quick delicate movements they make. "I suppose stories like that must abound in places that are so old," he says. He knows that, as well--hadn't he spent his childhood being told stories of the ghosts that prowled the forest and of the monster that came over the sea?
Turning to her, his face lightens. "We've used birds as messengers during battles and marches, but the messages have to be concise. Some of them have very short memories, and they tend to mix up words now and then."
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(always winter, never Christmas)
Instead of telling Marian of his thoughts, though, he watches the birds eat, watches the quick delicate movements they make. "I suppose stories like that must abound in places that are so old," he says. He knows that, as well--hadn't he spent his childhood being told stories of the ghosts that prowled the forest and of the monster that came over the sea?
Turning to her, his face lightens. "We've used birds as messengers during battles and marches, but the messages have to be concise. Some of them have very short memories, and they tend to mix up words now and then."