“We must take the gifts，” said Peter. For long ago at a Christmas in Narnia he and Susan and Lucy had been given certain presents which they valued more than their whole kingdom. Edmund had had no gift， because he was not with them at the time. （This was his own fault， and you can read about it in the other book.）They all agreed with Peter and walked up the path to the wall at the far end of the treasure chamber， and there， sure enough， the gifts were still hanging. Lucy’s was the smallest for it was only a little bottle. But the bottle was made of diamond instead of glass， and it was still more than half full of the magical cordial which would heal almost every wound and every illness. Lucy said nothing and looked very solemn as she took her gift down from its place and slung the belt over her shoulder and once more felt the bottle at her side where it used to hang in the old days. Susan‘s gift had been a bow and arrows and a horn. The bow was still there， and the ivory quiver， full of wellfeathered arrows， but. “Oh， Susan，” said Lucy “Where’s the horn？”
