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[deserved_it]

Eustace may not be able to ride yet, but he's spent enough time in the stables that he figures he can lead horses capably enough.

He's exploring around the lake, looking for some of the escapees.

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[treading_dawn]

"No less than I, my son. And yet even the end of Narnia is not the end of everything."

He looks up at the sky, then, gaze piercing the trees and the false stars to see the exploding universe beyond.

"Still less is the end of the universe the end of everything. Not quite."

[deserved_it]

He scrubs at his eyes, looking up at him, and follows his gaze, even if he can't see as far.

[treading_dawn]

Aslan's voice is deep and solemn, heavy like a bell in the stillness of evening.

"Further up and further in! That is the way of things, now."

His muzzle brushes Eustace's cheek, tongue rasping lightly against the last remainder of the boy's tears.

"You would do well to remember, when the time comes."

[deserved_it]

Eustace closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of Lion and lillies. When he opens them again, he's alone in the clearing.

Eventually, he heads back for the bar, after drying his face. And to his surprise, he's calm, and even smiling.

A time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh.