Norah Linton picked herself up with a start.
She must have fallen from her horse's back. Which horse had she been riding? Her head hurt a little. These hallucinations must have come from that.
But there was no horse in sight.
Her memories were already becoming hazy. Something about a lion (there weren't any in Australia!), snow (not where she was!) and a Queen (well, sure, Australia was part of the Queen's countries, but still, this Queen wasn't the same). And a King. Now that didn't work. And were there not another pair, another Queen, a High King?
And horses, horses that spoke, and ones with human bodies where their heads ought to be.
Her memory - dream - was wild, outlandish. Turning and heading back with a determined stride towards where a friendly and extremely tall figure was waving, Norah put it to the back of her mind.
Very quickly it was crowded out entirely, and she never thought of it again.
Not intended to usually be this short. I just thought I'd try out and see if my most unNarnian favourite series could be thrown into Narnia. Answer? Not really.
