It was Scrubb who had forgotten first as the scientist and adventurer in him delighted to be studying live jewels that tasted sweet and fire-bright and quenched all manners of thirst. For the longest time (or so she thought), Jill had been resentful that one misstep upon a pebble at the edge of the chasm had caused the two of them to fall down to Bism, away from Rilian and Puddleglum, Narnia and Aslan, and of going home.

As she bit into the sparkling sapphire Golg put into her hand, Jill looked past the stream of smoke from a salamander's breath to the orchard of living jewels and wondered why she was just thinking about those mythical places in the Overland she had recently dreamt of.