The full title of this chapter is: I've Got to Make Room for This Feeling

The witch was not so lucky. Edmund could feel it getting warmer outside, and he was about to take off his coat, but stopped when the witch glared at him. They could see the river was flowing instead of frozen over. The snow had melted so much that the witch's sledge got stuck in the mud. They could hear the birds chirping.

"What is that noise?!"

"The frost is over!"

"Silence!"

"Don't just sit there staring, fool! Get out and help!"

So, Edmund got out and helped to move the sledge, but nothing worked.

"It's no use, majesty! We'll never make it in this thaw!"

"Then, we must walk!"

"We'll never overtake them walking! Not with the start they've got!"

"Are you my counselor? Or my salve?! Do as your told! Cut the harnesses from the horses! They can find their own way home! But bring your whip!"

The snow and ice were melting away everywhere. Back with the others, they had finished eating and were cleaning themselves up.

"So, tell me, my dearie Kayla. Did you have this power with fire in your world?"

"Yes, ma'am, I did. Only eleven people have seen it in action in our world, though."

"Eleven people?"

"Yes. All four of the Pevensies, Ivar, Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen, and my parents."

"I still remember when she first built a fire in front of us. It was a winter evening, and we were all over at her house. She wanted roast marshmallows over an open fire."

"And I couldn't find any matches at my house."

"So, it seemed that without even thinking, she made a circular motion with her wrist, a ball of fire appeared, and she threw it into the fireplace. And then we ate roasted marshmallows. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

"I, of course, like my marshmallows absolutely burnt. The smell of caramelized sugar is music to my ears, only it's more like music to my nose."

"What was your reaction to it, Peter? I don't remember."

"I had to pinch myself as well, because I thought I was dreaming."

"I slapped myself across the face. I thought I was dreaming, too."

"And you, Susan, the one who always said you never physically or mentally slap yourself in the face. But you did just that."

"What was my reaction?"

"Yours and Edmund's reactions, Lucy, were reactions of amusement. You two were just fascinated by it."

"Were our parents in the room?"

"I don't think so."

"That was not my first time handling fire. That was just my first time doing it in front of you five. I was scared to show it in front of others, because who knows how the rest of our world would've reacted? They probably would have locked me up in an insane asylum, or have an exorcism performed over me. Someone no doubt would have thought I was demonically possessed."

"It's a wonder we didn't think that."

"So, remember when I swore you all to secrecy?"

"Yes. You said if we told anyone of this, you would put our heads on a spike. And we knew you would do it if we did tell."

"How old were we then?"

"Let me think, it was two years after we all met. Ivar and Peter, you were both nine, Susan and I were both eight, Edmund was six, and Lucy, you were three."

"So, it makes sense that Edmund and I were both fascinated by your ability."

"Oh, you were all fascinated by it. And scared."

"We were a bit scared, true."

"We better get moving children. We still need to reach the stone table."

Everyone agreed and they kept moving on.

Back with the witch, they were moving at a slower pace.

"Faster! Faster!"

The dwarf had tied Edmund's hands behind his back, so he was walking slower than the dwarf and the witch.

The children had noticed the flowers were in full bloom, like the flowers were too anxious to wait for the right time to be alive. They had not bloomed in a hundred years.

"Bluebells!"

"Lillies!"

"Roses!"

"The apple trees are blooming, too!"

"With apples hanging from them!"

Kayla reached up and picked an apple off of a branch and immediately bit into it.

"I have never tasted an apple this sweet and tart at the same time. Tart apples are the best. They make the best apple pies."

"I couldn't agree with you more, dearie."

The witch was absolutely disgusted by the sight of flowers blooming, the river rushing, and the sounds of birds chirping.

"This is no ordinary thaw. Your winter's been destroyed. This is Aslan's doing."

"First one to mention that name, will be instantly killed!"

Edmund and the dwarf just look at each other, for fear that Aslan's name might accidentally slip from their mouths.

It seemed like the Beavers and the children had been walking forever, at least, that is what Lucy thought.

"Oh! Are we ever going to get there?"

"Come on."

"What do you think will happen when we reach the Stone Table? Do you suppose that Aslan knows we're coming?"

"He no doubt know, otherwise the six of you wouldn't be here now."

"Kayla, do you still have the book that Mr. Tumnus gave you?"

'Yes, it's here. Still in my coat pocket."

"You said that in it, it says that we are all related?"

"At least, I think it means us. Everything fits. I guess we will find out when we reach the Stone Table. It will be the first thing I ask when we get there."

"But the gifts we were given. Father Christmas said they belonged to our ancestors."

"We will find out more about those, as well."

"I have only ever used an axe to chop wood. Never thought I would be using it in battle. And the axes I used to chop wood were not as grand and detailed as this one."

"Of course, they weren't. And if it makes you feel any better, Ivar, you do look mighty handsome carrying it."

The comment made Ivar blush. Kayla, Lucy, and Susan just giggled along the road, with Peter giving Ivar a brotherly look.

"She has never, ever, called me handsome before. Do you suppose she means it?"

"Well, you know how she is. She never lies unless she has to, and this is not one of those situations. And it's like she's always saying. She gives credit where it's due."

"Whether it's an insult or a compliment, she will give the credit you deserve. Most of the time, it's an insult."

"And when she gives a compliment, you'll know it. That for sure, was a compliment, Ivar. Lord knows you've had a crush on her since her hair started growing longer."

"You've noticed that?"

"It's hard not to notice when she smacks you in the head by swinging her braids."

"She did that to me as well."

"She did that to both of us at once, remember?"

"How can that be forgotten?"

"Look! Look there!"

"The sea!"

When Kayla heard that, she came running to the front, hoping to see maybe a glimpse of Terebinthia.

"I suppose that Terebinthia is too far out."

"It's more off the cost of Calormen than it is Narnia. It sits in the middle, you might say."

"Concerned for a people you haven't even met yet, Kayla."

"Oh, I've met them before. It's all coming back now."

They stayed along the trail, and from behind a tree, a dwarf spotted them coming. Maugrim and one of his wolves spotted them as well and ran to tell the witch. Everyone came to the gates of Aslan's camp and saw the stone table before their eyes. They saw something else as well.

"Aslan!"

"Athair!"