Susan is still running her hands over it. On one level, it feels like coming home. On another, it feels like it might be some sort of ill omen. "Father Christmas gave it to me," she says, brushing over the patina that's formed over the delicate, largely-decorative wire band near the horn's mouth. 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, he'd said. "This and my first bow, our first week in Narnia. When blown, it fetches the help you require. It brought the four of us back to Narnia from London when Caspian used it." And though she does not know it, it was the call of this very horn that also brought her to the Mansion.