Susan
Susan had to swallow her protest as Father Christmas handed her a bow and a quiver of arrows. She felt somewhat better when he said they would not easily miss, but she was still unsure that she could use a weapon. She wasn't sure she Wanted to use a weapon. The horn though, was a thing of such beauty that it stole her breath for a moment; and such a token of her own thoughts! She was not sure if she would cry, so relieved was she to hear that she was not expected to fight in a battle any time soon. If someone had to fight, Susan much preferred that it not be her.
When the wolf surprised them as she and Lucy left the stream, Susan knew she needed her horn, and help. She was shocked to find that she wished for her bow and arrows as she propelled her little sister up a tree and followed as quickly as she was able. She was finding that she did Not fancy it when someone threatened her family; she had never had to deal with the possibility of physical violence before. Peter had always kept her out of it when bigger boys picked on him or Edmund, and the girls who occasionally pestered her kept their attacks to cruel words.
Susan was not surprised when Peter wanted to send her and her younger sibling's home, nor really that he wanted to stay and help the Narnians. She knew after his fight with the wolf that he was truly as Aslan had called him; his heart was that of a warrior, a knight. And, she had begun to suspect, the heart of a king. She expected Lucy's protest, though not Edmund's. But what surprised her most was her own reaction. Her face curved into a smile as she told Peter she was going to practice with her bow and arrows. She felt she owed the Narnians that brought her younger brother back to her, but the sense of responsibility she felt for the well-being of the strange people of this land was more like the feelings she held for her family. Susan began to believe that she possessed a queen's heart, as her little sister clearly did.