Caspian found himself lying to the steps of the courtyard. Above him, stood a Telmarine ready to run him through. Caspian's sword lay below him out of his reach. Caspian lay on the steps, watching the Telmarine raise his sword above his head.

Suddenly the Telmarine shot back form an unknown force. A second look showed the Telmarine had been shot by an arrow. Caspian looked around and found Susan standing near him, holding a bow in her hands. She had saved his life for the countless time this day. He gave her a quick smile before rising form the steps. He grabbed his sword and jumped from the steps, soon founding himself locked in another battle, diverting his attention. His concentration as so focused on the Telmarine in front of him, he was only aware of Susan's position upon hearing her cry of fury. He managed to catch a glimpse of Susan fighting, not with her bow, but with a sword. She fought will grace, considering she was not handling her weapon. Caspian could only spare a glance every few moments, but he could see Susan was holding her own against the Telmarine.

That was until the Telmarine lunged at her. Her cry of anguish pierced his heart, sinking through his body. Caspian quickly dispatched of the Telmarine in front of him and turned toward Susan. Susan was lying on the top steps of the courtyard. The Telmarine was lying lifelessly several feet from her. Caspian watched Susan rise, holding her right arm stained with blood.

Suddenly Susan jerked. Caspian watched in utter horror as Susan stumbled back, struck with an arrow. The Telmarine arrow protruded from her lower stomach. Susan's face held the shock of confusion and pain.

"SUSAN!" Caspian cried. His legs kicked him at great speed toward her. Time was slow as he raced the small distances to Susan.

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