From the moment the Royal Portraits were unveiled in what was supposed to have been an august and solemn occasion, it was clear that having Lucy select Rasim the Raccoon as the court artist had been an overly optimistic delegation of decisionmaking.
Peter had a roaring headache and was calculating the steps from his throne on the dais, to the bottle of spirits and the willowbark pain powder in his office; hoped Edmund’s twitching amusement would remain suppressed as oddly barking coughs.
Lucy’s enthusiastic “They are so colourful!” to the very proud Raccoon artist was tempered by Susan’s more diplomatic, “And to render our likenesses in pawprints is indeed an achievement, if a trifle abstract one.”