Digory had to think for a while, making calculations was not his best. Maybe a day? He had no idea. “Hm, maybe a half of a day. Or maybe not even that much.” He knew that Polly would probably be worried about her parents being worried about her. He would act the same, in her place. “But I’m sure that your absence was not noticed,” He quickly added.
Wild. It was a good word. The first thing that came on Digory’s was the image of a forest. Just like the one they were. Surely Narnia became more savage.
Polly was making more questions than him. It was not right. He was the one who make the questions! He quietly laughed before answering them, “I’ve been for… I have no idea, but it was not for so long, just some days,” He licked his lips twice, “ I think I came in the middle of this forest, because the castle was not too far away, and just some days after my coming, I think one or two, she came, and I found her, or better, she found me here at the forest. And,” He took a long breath, “Lord Restimar is one of the seven lords of Narnia, who served the King Caspian. And he gently let me and mother to stay at his house.”
He smiled and started to search for the sweeties, “Hope you want toffee then!” And then he found it. It was not looking good, though, but it was the only thing they had at the moment. He counted and it had nine pieces, just like in the day of their mission to find the apple. He decided that he would give four to Polly and have four himself. The last one, sadly, could not be planted since the magic that could made it into a tree was gone. “Four for each,” He told her, trying to get them all from the paper. It was very squashy and sticky, just like when they were for the first time in Narnia. He finally managed to get them from the paper and gave four to Polly and had five on his hand, “Do you remember when we planted the toffee tree? I wonder where the tree is now,” He said, putting one of the candies on his mouth, thinking on what to do with the last one. He decided that he should give it to Polly, because of what he did to her early. He grabbed her hand – and felt the warm shiver again – and put the toffee on her palm, “You deserve it more than I do.”
She’d only been gone for half a day? Polly wasn’t sure whether to be confused or relieved. Narnian time muddles again, she thought to herself.
So he’d only been there a while? Well, then, her search hadn’t been so terribly in vain. She’d found him just a little after he’d arrived. Now, maybe, they could find out what they were meant to do there…
Polly laughed when she saw the toffees. “Just like old times!” she exclaimed, accepting the four pieces.
She sucked on her bit of toffee and replied, “I’m not sure… I like to think that maybe there are a few toffee trees, somewhere in Narnia. Or something a bit like it.” She imagined all the ways a toffee tree could possibly change in all those years, wondered if its wood was considered good enough to cut down for something…
Polly jumped at Digory’s touch, and for a while, stared at the extra piece of toffee in her hand. She wanted to speak, but nothing could come out. All their snapping and yelling seemed to disintegrate in that one moment, and Polly could only clearly remember his thoughtful side, and that made something inside of her melt.
She managed a soft, “Thank you,” before the extra piece was joined with the others.
The rain was coming down softer now, a quiet pitter-patter filling the full silence.