"What do you mean?" demands Susan, walking through, making a path by the force of her personality. "They died by the sword. You are not bloody, as you would be--"

"I am death," the woman says simply, "Death follows me, wherever I go, and everyone I love dies."

Susan looks at her, and Jill's hand is on her sword, and then Susan says, voice oddly mild. "Victoria Elizabeth Pevensie, don't you think you're a little old for amateur dramatics? Especially over mortality."