You just couldn't stop laughing. For the last half-hour, Peter had been pacing the field before Aslan's How, practicing how he would approach Miraz when the time came. Although you knew their upcoming duel was a gravely important occasion, the way in which Peter had been rehearsing was quite amusing to you- especially the fact that he didn't know you'd been watching. So far, his voice had cracked eight times, he'd tripped twice, his sword had gotten stuck in its sheath three times, and this was the ninth occurrence of the visor on his helmet slipping down in the middle of his speech.

It was only when he turned his gaze to the roof of the How that he finally noticed you seated on the makeshift balcony, muffling your giggles with one hand as you sheepishly waved down at him with the other. Even from up there, you could see the sigh he gave as he tilted his head up at you in a chiding manner, but when you called down to him:

"There's a little snap on the left side- it'll keep the visor up,"

he couldn't help but smile and follow your advice with a wry shake of his head.