Diggory and Polly look at them and see Narnia as they never have in their own weary eyes. Eustace and Jill look at the Pevensies and are shocked by how little they leave behind in Narnia.
It is oh so hard for Eustace to be good here in England, to put to use lessons he learned in Narnia. It is as if he left his muscle memory behind, there. All the sword lessons learned from Reepicheep, the muscles and sun tan that had come from living on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean, all gone the moment he stepped back into England.
But Lucy pulls him up from the floor easily, her eyes sparkling with hidden wonders and memories already threatening to fade away for Eustace.
Edmund speaks to him with the wisdom that just three months ago (a day ago?) had rubbed him the wrong way. Now Eustace knows that the knowledge had been gained in Narnia, the wisdom cultivated by war and error.
When he meets Peter, Eustace has no trouble believing he is looking at a warrior. Peter reteaches him how to swordfight, with sticks instead of real swords but he is keenly aware his opponent is lethal nonetheless.
When he meets Susan she dismisses them, and her siblings tell him she has forgotten Narnia, that she believes it to be all a game but Eustace sees the grace, poise and absolute control she holds herself with and knows that Narnia still has a hold on her too, though she may not acknowledge it.
Narnia shucked itself off his skin the moment he left it, but it clings to his cousins like a plague they cannot be rid of.
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It is oh so hard for Eustace to be good here in England, to put to use lessons he learned in Narnia. It is as if he left his muscle memory behind, there. All the sword lessons learned from Reepicheep, the muscles and sun tan that had come from living on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean, all gone the moment he stepped back into England.
But Lucy pulls him up from the floor easily, her eyes sparkling with hidden wonders and memories already threatening to fade away for Eustace.
Edmund speaks to him with the wisdom that just three months ago (a day ago?) had rubbed him the wrong way. Now Eustace knows that the knowledge had been gained in Narnia, the wisdom cultivated by war and error.
When he meets Peter, Eustace has no trouble believing he is looking at a warrior. Peter reteaches him how to swordfight, with sticks instead of real swords but he is keenly aware his opponent is lethal nonetheless.
When he meets Susan she dismisses them, and her siblings tell him she has forgotten Narnia, that she believes it to be all a game but Eustace sees the grace, poise and absolute control she holds herself with and knows that Narnia still has a hold on her too, though she may not acknowledge it.
Narnia shucked itself off his skin the moment he left it, but it clings to his cousins like a plague they cannot be rid of.