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Cora’s tried the door every day since she spoke with Edmund. She found her way in once, and spoke with Peter (the Magnificent) and Tirian—who is from the future and already dead and leaving as well, and she doesn’t pretend to understand how that works.

But she hasn’t seen Edmund again, and she hasn’t gone looking for him. He has other friends to say good-bye to, after all, and she does not want to impose. (And she does not want to think this is the last time I am going to speak to you because as long as she hasn’t spoken to him she can pretend that she will the next day. Cora has never professed to be brave, especially when it comes to losing friends.)

On Sunday, she goes to the school house in the early morning and tries the door. For three hours she sits and knits, or cleans chalk dust from the desks, and in what she thinks are fifteen minute intervals tries the door (it would not do to try it too often. The bar might not care for her impoliteness). After this, though, she does not think it will open at all, so Cora gathers her knitting and leaves for home.

And she makes a cup of tea, and tries not to think that she has lost a friend.

(Tries not to hope too much that Aslan’s Country is real and she will see him again.)