[George tucks the locket into his pouch and pushes himself up, still on his knees but nearly face to face with Lucy.]

I thought Calormen was Faerie. The men there were cruel for the sake of cruelty. Not all of them, but enough, and everyone in power. And they talked about the north like it was hell, with a demon lion ruling over it.

[His hands settle at her hips.]

But you're never a faerie. Or if you are, you're the kind mortals never see but always dream about.