#bc hes never been able to love arsheesh
Had a Moment last night reading The Horse and His Boy aloud to the little’uns and it has been a hot minute since I read it last, and likely a regeneration. So Shasta is eavesdropping on Arsheesh and the Taarkan and starts imagining what life in service to that new master might be like. Maybe he’ll take me in and give me new beautiful things to wear and then maybe he’ll decide to adopt me as his son and make me his heir and…
And AND AND (okay yes I know this is going an obvious direction but it still got me) but that is what actually happens, yes? Only not the misplaced son of a wicked man, but the True son of a True King, beyond any shadow of a doubt, and given a Name and an Inheritance and a Brother and a Father and a Kingdom…
And then bonus, as if I wasn’t already having a typological meltdown, Bree has to go and say something like how breathing Narnian air for one day is better than a thousand days in other countries…
