"Thee are a Queen," she says, turning now to Lucy-- and oh, but the look in the fog-gray eyes is clear and near-compelling. "And Caspian is a king."

"Roland were his da's son, and a gunslinger, and 'Bert were a gunslinger, and I-- well." She laughs, a high rippling sound of amusement. "No lady, naught but a drover's daughter from the edge of nowhere, and one who were to be a gilly-girl at that."

"It didn't matter, though -- it were all as ka would have it, and I'd not regret a moment. They loved me, and I loved them, and that's what was most important, oh Lucy, do ye not see it?"