"Everyone did business with the Witch, of course," one of the Robins tells Susan one of the first mornings she's Queen, "no mother wants her babies to starve, and it's not as though there's earthworms in frozen ground."

Susan allows herself thirty seconds to long for Oxford's library, or at least Professor Kirke's, or even the several volumes of nonfiction on Helen Pevensie's shelf. Then she begins asking who might teach her and Lucy (and their brothers, she hopes) to sow, salt, smoke, stew, steep, and spin.