Susan was Peter's spymaster, and occasionally Peter's spy; it never seemed to occur to anyone that the lovely young woman to whom they were spilling their secrets (all unknowing) might be the elder queen of Narnia.

Susan can't be queen of England, but she means to get as close as she can to what she once had, and no one dreams that the lovely young woman to whom they're spilling their secrets (all unknowing) might be a spy for the king of England.

No one looks past the silk-gloved hand and the silken black hair to see the spine of steel, the knives in each boot, the legs that once kicked in an assassin's head.