They found her, still locked tight in the tallest tower of Jadis's castle. "It used to be our castle," the once sleeping princess murmured around a spoonful of Mrs. Beaver's warm soup. "My father, King Frank, sent me here for my protection when she first invaded--poor father. He must have been so worried when he heard the news that she took this place. How does he fare now? How is the war effort going?"

The four Pevensies looked between themselves and began the awkward explanation that the White Witch's conquest of Narnia took place a lot longer ago than she feared.