Susan led the army close to Aslan's How-where the Narnian army would be settling in soon with a wide, deep river for the merpeople to come. The spot was big enough for the army of Ettismore.
"Tomorrow morning at 9 is a meeting with all of the armies at the Stone Table. There will also be meetings at the same spot at 2 and sunset," Susan explained to the Queen.
"Thank you Susan for your warm hospitality. You may go back with your people," Queen Marianne insisted.
Susan took the offer and rode back on her trusty steed to Cair Paravel. The queen of Ettismore ordered everyone to set up the tents and the bonfire. Once Susan got back from the campsite, Mrs. Beaver was waving to her at the entrance.
"Medina!" Susan called to a dryad servant, "Take my horse to the stable."
"Yes your Majesty," Medina obeyed.
"Hello Mrs. Beaver! I haven't seen you since before I left to hunt the stag!" Susan exclaimed.
"Susan! You've grown so much. Come with me. The Nymphs and I are preparing your armor for Lucy, Aravis, Nicolette, Jill, Polly, and yourself," Mrs. Beaver clarified.
Mrs. Beaver took Susan to the sewing room, five halls down from the courtyard. There were Nymphs everywhere and also dryads and girl centaurs. Aravis, Lucy, Nicolette, Jill, and Polly were standing on small pedestals.
"Come stand on this pedestal. Now how shall we dress you ladies?" Mrs. Beaver thought aloud.
"Ooh! Why don't we have them wear a blue top with green ribbons and a yellow skirt?" one centaur woman suggested.
"No, no, no. For Aravis it had to be Archanland colors and for the rest it has to be Narnian," a Dryad corrected the centaur.
"What are the Archanland colors?" a Nymph questioned.
"Green and Maroon," Aravis answered.
"Ah! I have the perfect idea!" Mrs. Beaver cried. "Quick! Hand me a sketchbook before I lose the idea!"
One of the Dryads handed Mrs. Beaver a large sketchbook and a long pencil. Mrs. Beaver drew her imagination within minutes.
"I hope you all like it because I think it'll show your worthiness as a warrior and a Queen or Princess," Mrs. Beaver gleamed. She turned the book around and showed a girl wearing a top hat that was half and half. The top was a v-neck with a no sleeves except for the brown wrist protector. The design on the top was almost like the design on Peter and Edmund's suit of armor. The girls were the same color but Aravis' was green and maroon but had a dragon instead of a lion. The skirt was shorter then a dress but longer then a skirt. It was brown to match the wrist protector. The shoes were almost sandals but had better protection. "I tried to mix the style Aravis used to wear when she was in Tashbaan with the Narnian style. So, do you like it?"
"Like it?" Lucy said hesitantly.
"We love it!" Aravis screamed.
"When are you all going start?" Susan gasped.
The woman in the room grabbed a girl and pulled them to their stations. First they started with the sizes and length. Then they wrapped the fabric around them. They could only do the shoes and skirts. The upper area would have to be made by the blacksmith.
"I'll send the design down to him," a centaur offered.
"Go along then," Mrs. Beaver allowed.
The centaur grabbed the sketch and shuffled to the blacksmith who was already at Aslan's How. Susan, Lucy, Aravis, and the others packed their belongings and marched to Aslan's How.
