Another Country by Jay Tryfanstone [G]

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Fandom: Narnia
Author on LJ: tryfanstone
Author Website: website

Why this story must be read:

And now for something different. I've been concentrating mostly on the Pevensies, because they are my favorite characters and perhaps most beloved by the fans as well. But there were others who visited Narnia too, and were changed; not the least of these were Eustace Scrubb and Jill Pole.

This story starts with them, but comes to pass in the afterlife-Narnia. It's an odd story, one that makes you think about the precise nature of the world inhabited. There are hints of greater things at work. Let us say, this story is aptly titled.

So it was that, a few days, a fortnight later - but nobody measured time in Narnia in the way we do - Jill stood above the great golden gate and watched Susan walk up the hill to the garden. From the wall, Susan looked small, although she held herself very upright and the clothes she wore were those of a Narnian Queen and not of a London stenographer, which Susan had been wearing when Aslan called her name. She had a bow on her back and a horn in her hand and her hair was long and black and loose. Before, Jill had been a little bit frightened of Susan with her painted lips and her permanent wave and her boyfriends, but here in Narnia Susan seemed nothing more than lonely. Jill leaned over the wall and shouted her name.

Susan looked up.

She had blue eyes, Susan, a blue so dark it was almost black, and skin as white as the flesh of a snowberry, and it was not for nothing that the knights of seven countries had fought for her hand. She was the most beautiful woman Jill had ever seen.


Another Country