Dear Susan,
The men are making camp for the night, and as my tent is pitched, I thought I would take advantage of the time to write you a few lines. We are still a few days from the battle, but I feel the excitement rising among the troops. They are ready. They are willing to fight and die for Narnia; it only seems a shame that I should have to call on them to do so again, and so soon. Even Edmund is practicing his swordplay as I write. You'll probably be glad to know he's much improved. When I match him, there are some days when he almost beats me. The question is, am I ready?
I hope this letter finds you and Lucy well. I know you didn't want to stay behind when Edmund and I left, but I do not want to endanger us all at once, and I cannot pretend there is no danger here. Still, Lucy must be restless; take good care of her. Be the source of comfort and solace that you are to all of us; I know that Lucy must need it right now.
As for yourself, don't watch at the windows too much. Distract yourself with merry things. You'll hear the horns before you know it, and we'll be riding through the gates of the castle. Take care of Narnia, but do not forget yourself. I expect that when I return I'll find you well and happy. Please take pains to make sure that this is so.
Now Oreius wants a meeting about strategy, so I must close. You should know that Edmund is developing a marvelous ability for this—I may have him plan all our battles in the future. I'll try to get Edmund to write you a few lines after dinner, if he can sit still long enough. Watch and hope and keep of good cheer. Write my by return of the carrier, and hug Lucy for me. I'll see you soon.
Your brother,
Peter