Not I, in the end. Neither were my siblings, although one had lied about being there before and where his initial allegiances lay.

[but perhaps it was for the best. she remembers Edmund as an unhappy, petulant child, but after experiencing hardship at the hands of the Witch, he'd grown and matured, learned what was truly important. his brother and sisters.

and none was embellishment. people either would or would not believe her. she couldn't let herself be concerned with those who didn't]

Not at first. Father Christmas gave us the weapons we needed to see the fall of the Witch complete. And the lion...Aslan. He was the true king of Narnia, he'd anointed us as his substitutes while he wandered the wilds. After all, he was not a tame lion. I saw him die. And then I saw him revive himself.