Dear Peter,
I cannot tell you how happy I was to see the messenger coming with your letter as I must confess, I have been rather on edge since you and Edmund left. I know that this hard task must be done, and I trust to you and to Aslan that the campaign will be successful and bring us few losses. But I'm afraid that I can never learn to love the idea of battle, however glorious it may seem to others.
I am glad to hear that you are well, and keeping together. Please send my love to Edmund and try to hug him for me if you can – he hasn't written to me yet, the little beast, though he promised he would. But then, I would much rather he practiced his swordplay, or more specifically, his blocking. I am glad to hear about his strategy-making, as I would rather see him in a boardroom than a battlefield.
Lucy is quite well, and no more restless than is to be expected. She rises at six everyday and spends much of her time out of doors, either in the gardens at Cair or on the beach. I am teaching her to shoot, and she is a decent enough marksman through she is better with her dagger than with a bow. She minds me well, and I am very pleased with her. Dear Mr Tumnus is a great friend and comfort to her, and she is never happier than when she is with him.
As for myself, I am content enough; I keep busy as there is always plenty to do. I am attempting to make a tapestry detailing your victory at Beruna under Mrs Beaver's patient instruction, although I am finding it far more difficult than expected. I am also planning a great feast to celebrate your return, which I am hoping will be within the fortnight.
Please, take good care of yourself. Don't take any unnecessary risks. I know that these are needless words, but I feel I must write them again, just to know that I have said them. You will do marvellously, I have no doubt; but if you ever feel afraid or lonely, turn to the East and look for us. All of Narnia is awaiting your safe return, but none more so than your affectionate sister,
Susan