it certainly is, lucy. thanks to you.
it hasn't been for a hundred years. but now the witch's power is crumbling.
lucy, eve's daughter. these are for you. the juice of the fire flower. if you, or one of your friends are wounded, one drop of this cordial will restore them. and though i do not expect you to use it, this.
i'm sure you could. but battles are ugly affairs. eve's daughter, susan. trust in this bow, for it does not easily miss.
and, though you don't seem to have trouble making yourself heard, this. when you put this horn to your lips and blow it, wherever you are, help will come.
and, peter. these are tools, not toys. the time to use them may be soon at hand.
bare them well! i best be off, winter is almost over and things do pile up when you've been gone a thousand years. long live aslan!