"Oh, some sort of old hunting horn. It sounded like a cross between a bugle and a conch. It was magical, you know. Father Christmas gave it to me. If one blew it, help would arrive posthaste." She's quiet for a moment, remembering - so much of the past year for her is murky now, but these memories are as clear as day. When she hadn't been Queen Susan the Gentle, she'd been Queen Susan of the Horn¹. "'And when you put this horn to your lips and blow it, then, wherever you are, I think help of some kind will come to you,' that's what he said. They used it to bring us back to Narnia once, when it was in crisis."


¹Her typist has taken this in a different direction altogether².
²Susan has no way of knowing this, but per an Easter egg in her intro post, the horn also brought her here!