This country has always had the potential to fulfill its democratic goals, but instead was founded on the backs of enslaved men and women along with the extermination of the Native population to make way for imperialist expansion.
It was the horse who chose Narnia, that much is clear.
His name was Strawberry, and he had been in the middle of a long and troubling day. First he had been out doing his daily work with his cabby on the streets of London when an otherworldly half-giantess had taken control of him and made him her “royal charger” and then it was all galloping and crowds and shouting.
Then a moment of rushing speed, and Strawberry and a number of human companions (and the otherworlder) found themselves in the wood between worlds. And it was there that Strawberry “shook his head, gave a cheerful whinny, and seemed to feel better.”