The Witch's army is in the process of being thoroughly routed, and Bella, attended by her unicorn, is briskly bringing good Narnian soldiers back from the brink of death - barely pausing to close the eyes of those found too far gone. Nothing seems about to attack James herself; the braver of the dark creatures are going after Aslan, who swats them aside like so many flies, roaring.

Soon everything is still except for the battlefield medic, who no longer requires her unicorn.

"James," says Bella through her staff, "you okay? Do you need some cordial? It lasts, it turns out."