As the sun rose on Cair Paravel, the kings of Narnia sat in the dining room, waiting for their sisters. There was a delicious spread of foods on the table, and Edmund could hardly contain himself. "Do you suppose we could take some of this home when we go back?"
Peter shook his head. "I don't know. We've only been here a week; there's still a lot we don't know about Narnia." The High King turned his gaze towards the brightening landscape out the window. Edmund was still surveying the food.
"Where's Lucy?" It was Susan. "I can't find her anywhere."
Peter sighed, clearly irritated. "Isn't it just like her to wander off like that!"
"Not without these," Susan shook her head as she held up Lucy's cloak and magic medicine vial. Peter glanced at the items before turning to search the horizon for some sign of his sister. Edmund, hoping against hope that Lucy was merely playing with them, took off to search the premises, calling her name all the while. Susan began checking with the castle guards and staff; and Peter went to search the waterfront. He found only their boat, torn to pieces and mostly empty. There was nothing to be found that would indicate the offenders' identities.