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I wedged through the coats, and found a familiar clearing with a lamppost in the middle. Thank goodness it was day time. By the sun's direction I would guess it was about ten in the morning. I smiled and raced up to the lamppost. I touched it feeling Lucy Pevensie's excitement of her first visit course through my veins.

I couldn't stay long. I knew Caspian and Opri (OH-PREE) would be waiting for me. Opri is my central servant. He's also my squire. He'd have Murasaki waiting for me.

I raced up the stairs to Cair Leliandra. It was my home here. I took the stained glass spiral staircase because it's prettier. When I got to the seventh floor I hung a left and knocked on the first door.

"Come in," Caspian answered. I quietly entered the room. He looked as if I had just woke him up. He was still in bed and didn't look interested in changing that.

"Good Morning Caspian," I said, dully. I sat on the end of his bed.

"You've been gone for nearly two days," He informed me.

"That's not bad considering I have another life," I said. I started to pull his covers off. "Now come on. We can't let the army fight alone." I pulled back the last sheet. "We have to help-" I stopped in mid-sentence when I saw Caspian's body.

"Wh-What happened?" I asked, still stunned by the bandages that were covering his entire chest and left shoulder.

"Got lazy, and was mauled by an axe," he checked out his bloody garments distastefully.

"When?" I asked. "I left at midnight two days ago. Was this yesterday?"

He winced as he tried to sit up, but put on a brave face for me.

"I'm fine," he assured me.

"You're sure?"

"Opri says I'll be in fighting condition in about two weeks."

I jumped up.

"Opri's giving you two weeks to heal after getting your shoulder lopped off-"

"It wasn't lopped off," Caspian said. "It was whacked really hard and was scraped."\

"Okay," I said. "First you say it was mauled, and now you say scraped? What happened?"

Caspian stood all the way up and put his hands on my shoulders. "I'll be fine."

I stood there looking straight into his eyes. I believed him. I trusted him with my life. I truly did.

Caspian put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug; wincing slightly because it was painful to his "mauled" shoulder/chest.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back. I could hear the pain in his voice, like he hadn't said that since Ramdamu's daughter died.

He probably hadn't.

He was the closest thing I had to a brother. I wasn't letting him go.