Susan puts on the ring and the world twists out of existence. She blinks and she is standing in a hallway, a small girl looking at her with shock in her eyes- a little way behind her: a man, in front of him: a hulking guard in gleaming armour, on the floor: five others.

Susan doesn’t hesitate: she draws an arrow, sets her jaw, and shoots- and down he goes, the slit in his helmet no match for Queen Susan of Narnia.