"Well," Lucy said, thinking back (sometimes it was so hard to remember, and sometimes it frightened her), "they were very big. Big like houses. Some were from good families, you know, very gentle and civil. But some that lived up in the north were very fierce and dangerous. My brother Peter lead a campaign against the wild giants on our borders, who liked to destroy things and were threatening Narnia. Wild giants still eat people sometimes, obviously that's very dangerous." She was thoughtful a moment. "I didn't go with Peter that time, Edmund and I and Susan stayed home. But a kingdom on our borders, Archenland, came under attack by the Calormen army - that's another country, again - because my sister wouldn't marry their prince, and they meant to conquer Archenland and then invade Narnia. But Edmund and I rode to help defend Castle Anvard and turned the tide of battle."

She was quiet a moment, remembering it all; she felt better now, now that she could remember a story well enough to tell it, and after a moment she added, "Peter's campaign was very successful. They still talked of it a thousand years later. He really earned his name, he is a wonderful high king."