Whose Name is Called Immanuel: Epilogue
Several years later, the first Christmas after the return of the Dawn Treader...
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The afternoon wind was rather cold. As was to be expected, given that the thick clouds which had rolled down over Narnia last night had brought a blanket of snow, even as far as Cair Paravel. The clouds had gone now, the thin winter sun was shining, but Trumpkin still turned his collar up before stumping out for his walk.
No one else was around. But he wasn't, apparently, the only person to have been out walking in the new snow.
The King and Queen had been walking in the gardens. A trail of snow lanterns marked their route.
Lord and Lady Rhoop had been walking in the orchards. A trail of snow lanterns marked their route.
Lord and Lady Mavramorn had gone as far as the eastern shore. A pair of rather wobbly snow lanterns which contained slightly too much sand in each snowball bore witness to this.
Lord Drinian, Trumpkin presumed, was responsible for the large snow lantern on the edge of the lawn down by the quay.
Trumpkin humphed. "Snowballs and starlight! By the Lion's Mane!" Then he marched steadily on through the snow to the point on the western shore where Their Majesties had first brought him ashore, and built a very large snow lantern.
The coming of Aslan's light into the darkness – what else was Christmas for?
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A/N: And Merry Christmas 2018 to all the Narnians, young and old! :)