It's a large field that stretches out around them now, with the mountains in the far distance in one direction

(fly to the edge of the world with me)

and the glittering sea behind them in the other. All around them there's the green, green of the grass, dotted with wildflowers. Susan's fingers tighten on Lucy's, and the fog-gray eyes are clear and steady as she says softly,

"Then thee'll have need of a guide, won't thee?"

Green, green grass rustles with the breeze as she speaks -- and then there's something more, as well, off to the side. A large red rock, suitable for sitting, not dissimilar to one that's been seen elsewhere.

Maybe more than one elsewhere.

(other worlds than these)

A white cloud crosses over the sun, and when it moves on, sunlight flashes brightly from something that's lying on the stone.