He is aware, as he kneels in church on Sunday, that he has a more concrete understanding of the service than many of those around him.

Edmund is still not sure, theologically, if he has been died for twice, or only once. Peter tells him it doesn't matter either way, since Aslan's taken care of him in any case. Susan laughs and rolls her eyes and tells him that there are better things to worry about. Lucy looks thoughtful, and tells him that, no matter his price, Aslan would still pay it.

In time, perhaps, he will have an answer. For now he takes the bread and wine, and gives thanks.

He walks out into a day just beginning to feel like spring, and remembers another spring, under a different and younger sun, and another voice telling him to go in peace.

And, whistling, he does.