"He suggested I try this out here," she says, warming the wood of her bow in her hands. It's unnecessary - it will still shoot well without it - but it is a habit she gained in the deep winters of Narnia. As she does, she gives Lancelot a rueful look. "I'm a fair hand with this sort of thing, but I think there was some magic in Narnia that made me more skilled with less practice."
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