Well. We lived in Cair Paravel, at the edge of the sea, near where the most beautiful river - it was crystalline, the water, so clear one might see every detail on the bottom, and the bright rainbow fish! - met the ocean.

There were hills, great ones, and mountains to the north so tall they were like a wall, and between that were rolling meadows and forests so green it was as though they had trapped the color from an emerald.

If you rode for three days south, you would reach the border with Archenland, and three days north and you would find yourself in the land of the Frost Giants. But there was peace in Narnia, sir, when I knew her last.