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When the party has died down, Isabella, for one, is well and truly exhausted. She explores the palace until she finds a room with a bed in it, and into this bed she flops, still in her clothes and holding her staff and carrying the cordial in her pocket. She sleeps late, because the party kept her up so late and she hadn't really slept the night before; but around noon, she stirs, and gets up, and goes looking for James and wherever her backpack may have got to. The backpack she finds in the great hall where the principal mass of the party was; some enterprising creature took both bags from the battlefield at Beruna up to the castle for them, and she only wishes she knew who it was. She takes her bag to her room and carries James's with her and continues looking for her friend.
"...And his latest trick was 'kidnap the queen'?" guesses James. "And then...?"
"He wanted to make you angry enough to figure out a way to kill him."
"And he doesn't seem to have been pursuing that goal just now, so what changed?"
"He didn't want to kill me. ...And I was very clear that I didn't think we had any strong reason to keep him alive per se."
"We're close enough to Cair Paravel that I might not even need to ask a knight to haul him to the dungeon for me... I did not know there were secret tunnels under Narnia. I'm a little alarmed that Winter did."
"Apparently they're very dangerous. He carried me through most of them."
"We're going to have to have these entrances filled in or something... but the first thing I need to do is get Winter into the inescapable dungeons of Cair Paravel and then publicly announce that I have done so."
"Yeah. How much of my stuff besides the scepter was retrieved?"
She contemplates the frozen Winter for a second and then tips him carefully forward at an angle and starts dragging him out of this cave.
It's a fairly short walk through a fairly straightforward tunnel, with only one switchback and no branches, before they emerge into a roundish cave that is much like the one the secret door was in except that instead of a secret door it has a wide surface entrance screened by bushes. James has a bit of difficulty getting Winter through the bushes.
They go straight home. There is no salvaging the music festival. A rat knight and a raven one are studying the bridge to find that it was not sabotaged as Isabella feared; some naiads are breaking up the ice so it will melt quicker; but no one is in the mood for music any more.
At Cair Paravel, based on what they remember from the last time James put a sword through Winter's heart, they think they have about a minute between extracting the king's weapon and Winter being functional again. This is enough time to shove him into a cell and slam a door.
He doesn't so much as turn around to see where he is and who put him there. When he comes to life again, he sits on the floor - 'collapses' might not be too strong a word - and puts his face in his hands and cries very quietly.
First she has to announce through every available channel that Winter has been captured and is locked in the inescapable dungeons of Cair Paravel.
She does that.
And then she would really like to hug Isabella for a very long time.
And Isabella tells her, in murmurs, between nuzzles, as much as she can remember about the conversation she had with Eternal Winter.
"There is something very weird going on with Winter," says James. "And I don't know what it is. And I'm not sure I can afford to deal with it. He's right that the best thing I can do for Narnia is leave him in the inescapable dungeon forever."
"...He's pretty casual about self-injury. If we do figure out an electrical generator we could toss him an icicle between the bars to stab himself in the heart with so we could open the door long enough to put it in there with him to try when he wakes up. But I kind of doubt it would even actually work."
"Yeah. I doubt that too. And there's just no way, for the sake of the creatures of Narnia, that I could ever let him out. Even if I was sure he wouldn't try anything, even if it was just to throw him in a volcano. For that matter throwing him in a volcano might not be something I'd want to announce to the public. It's a bit too... brutal."
"A bit. I mean, he'd prefer it, but it would be difficult to explain that to a million creatures who are concerned about the extent of our correctional system."
"Yes. The same with the electrical generator, for that matter. Can you imagine trying to industrialize Narnia with that as our first example of the use of electricity...?"
"It wouldn't have to be publicized, since it'd all happen in the dungeon, but yeah. Although I'm still not sure we ought to industrialize Narnia at all."