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Chapter III
Homecoming
By chimère
Normally, Queen Lucy would have joined her brothers on the campaign to administer her cordial to the wounded herself. This time, struck down by a bout of pneumonia, she had given the precious bottle to the army's healers. However, her illness did not stop her from climbing to the ramparts to watch the army's homecoming. She was almost completely well, anyway.
It was only when she finally realised why the lines of soldiers were moving at such a mournfully slow pace and why there were two figures sitting on the foremost horse she recognised as Phillip, that Lucy knew she would never be well again.
Edmund had sent a brief message of victory. A wail escaped Lucy's throat when she understood, when she could no longer deny her eyes. The battle may have been won, but the army did not march home victorious. Instead, in an unnatural hush, it followed the Just King as he carried the body of his brother in front of him on the horse.