Edmund asked once, who was the shipwright that designed the Dawn Treader--her beauty and her make sang an echo of old Narnia, even if seafaring had become a lost art. He was told that shipwright was a young man who had remained in Narnia to care for his newborn child. "He said he based it on a painting he saw in the palace once," Caspian said, "but the funny thing is that we could never find the painting afterward!"

When they got back to their aunt and uncle's home, the three of them crowded in the backroom, watching as Edmund quietly pulled the painting down. "You don't suppose it's really the same picture?" Lucy asked, but hope made her voice hungry. "Could Aslan have seen to it that it got here in time for your parents to receive?"

Eustace wondered about how a painting could through time and worlds, but any argument was stillborn when Edmund muttered "Aslan's crafted greater miracles than getting one painting to England."

There was no painter's mark on the front, but Edmund flipped it around--on the back, there was an extremely out of place, yellowed piece of paper glued to the middle. Lucy hushed Eustace's protests as Edmund used a fingernail to gently pry the paper away. Underneath, a large, looping signature left Edmund ashy and Lucy gasping.

Eustace only grimaced. "Who's Peridan?"

Lucy bit her lip and could only murmur "an old friend" as she watched Edmund sit heavily upon the guest bed, fingers trembling as he touched a painting once painted with the hands of a man he planned to marry once.