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So many here tell of their closeness to their siblings, to the great joy that their siblings bring them. I could not agree more with such sentiment, for the richness that my own bring me has always far outweighed any great burden they've put on me (and some have put burden upon me indeed!).

But, in that great sentiment, I must say that I have put off announcing my own brother has indeed left, and so any friend he may have had here, I ask you make yourself known to me. My brother is Edmund Pevensie, and I should like to thank you, and ask you be my friend too.

And, if you did not know him, I would say, then meet me for my own sake. I am long in introducing myself, and I feel quite badly for the delay. I am Lucy Pevensie, and most grateful to make your acquaintance.

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Kingdom, sir. There are four rulers, all my siblings.

It is a most wonderful place. Beautiful, and wild, and the people there are free. I love it so.

It sounds like a pretty wonderful place.

Does it have a name?

Narnia.

I'm from the United States of America. I don't suppose you've heard of the place?

No, I am sorry to say I haven't.

And you have not heard of Narnia?

I'm afraid I haven't. But I'd love to hear more about it, if you'd like to talk about it.

Truly?

You may find it very tedious, to hear all about my land. I am quite effusive, sir.

Nah, I'd love to hear about it. Effuse away.

[ He almost wonders if that might seem weird, so after a minute- ]

The worlds we lived in, there's no telling what might happen to them. The best way we can keep them alive is by talking about them, remembering them. Sharing them.

Things like that are easier held by more than one or two pairs of hands.

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.

It sounds wonderful, honestly.

What was your favorite part of it? If you could go back to one place, where would it be?

My favorite part?

I could sooner choose a favorite breath.

But if I had to return - oh, there is a small clearing three, maybe four miles from the castle, where you can lie back in the grass and the trees will whisper to you, and the sky is blue as can be.

I know it is a small thing, with no great reason, but I would go there, sir.

A favorite place isn't about what it means to other people. It's about what it's like for you. No need to defend it.

It sounds nice to me.

Have you found any place like that here?