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Chapter 6

Trumpkin continued his story
"The next morning, the young girl awoke to the sounds of the Archenland knights, practicing, emerging from her quarters, she looked at the world around her, and was shocked." Here Rachel herself interrupted.

"Everything was dead! Except the men, of course, and even they were looking a bit drained. I didn't understand much, but what I did understand was that these men had saved my life, and…" Trumpkin now interrupted her.

"Well, ye didn't show your appreciation very much. Cobbs and Kettles! Ye ran away!" Rachel was indignant.

"I had a brain in my head! I realized that there wasn't a river anywhere near where we were! I thought that they were kidnapping me!" Trumpkin blushed as red as his beard, and then turned away, but Lucy thought she heard him mutter to her brothers.

"I told you it would be embarrassing to tell the story around her!" Her brothers simply looked away.

"Peace!" Aslan said, gently, "Daughter, let the dwarf tell the tale, you have said enough. There is more to this tale than you." Rachel scowled and sank back against the lion's neck, Susan saw angry tears in her eyes.

Trumpkin continued with an air of importance. "The king Ram, and the Lord Darien went to check on the girl the next morning, and, she was gone! I will not say that she had disappeared, for she left a good trail to follow. Of course, the 2 men went after her, but on horse back, so as to catch up as quickly as they could. It didn't take long to find her, but on the way they discussed their ungrateful guest.

"Why would she run? You saved her life Darien, why does the girl not show gratitude!" King Ram bellowed to his companion. (if you have not noticed these two are almost inseperable)

"She's only a child my King, perhaps she wanted to find her family."

"I do not think she is as much a child as you suppose, she knows her way in the woods."

"She is small only, sire, if she really knew her way in the woods, she would have escaped us already."

"I suppose you are right, ahhhh, I see her now." With King Ram's revelation, both men looked at each other and laughed; for the child was trying to out run their horses. Darien's eyes sparkled as he halted his horse.

"My King," Darien said, "There is no need to run her down with the horses, I can catch her, she is not very fast." Lord Darien was both young, and, the fastest runner in Archenland and Narnia, probably in Calormene, too. His king nodded, and he was off the horse like lightning, leaving King Ram to hold the reigns.

Lord Darien chased her down easily, and held her tight so that she might not run away, until the king reached them. When he did, he scolded the girl, soundly. "Is this the appreciation you show us for saving your life?" She simply glared at him, and the young man holding her captive, then said.

"You don't think I don't know you're kidnapping me? You're a cult or something! You wear strange clothes and fight each other with swords and spears! I was drowning in a river, and I don't see any river! You're taking me away from my family! You're planning to brain wash me! I won't let you!" This continued her ranting until an annoyed Lord Darien placed his hand firmly over the girl's mouth.

"Listen, girl, we have done none of these things! You were not drowning in a river, but a small pond! I rescued you. AND you should show some respect, for you are addressing the king of Archenland, King Ram!" The girl simply rolled her eyes at that. For now, with his hand over her mouth, she was unable to voice her unbelief verbally.

Nothing the King or lord said or did could convince her that she was in Narnia, and that King Ram was really a king, or that they were not trying to kidnap her. In the end, they were forced to confirm her suspicions, by tying the girl up, and throwing her in a tent, so she would not run away. The next day, they awoke to find her condition much improved. She had decided to believe and trust them."

Here Rachel interrupted Trumpkin, again. "I had a visitor." She said, pointing to Aslan. "He convinced me that there was a Narnia, and that I wasn't on earth anymore. I'm usually pretty guarded, but something about him made me want to trust him. He brought me up to date about what had happened in Narnia so far. Then, he told me to tell the King to take me to the centaur, Moonstorm."

"May I continue?" Trumpkin asked, annoyed. Rachel rolled her eyes, then nodded. "Thank you, so, the next morning, a young soldier went in, and found the girl untied! Yet, she hadn't run away, as she had yesterday. She even looked up at him and smiled.

"I won't run away," She assured him. "Would you please take me to your king?" The soldier said that he would bring the king to her. King Ram arrived shortly. When he did, the girl rose, and tried to curtsy, but it was rather difficult in her stiff, muddy pants.

"Your majesty," She said humbly. "I apologize for my atrocious behavior yesterday, but you must understand, I was scared."

"I forgive you, of course," King Ram said graciously, then quickly added suspiciously. "But why this sudden change of heart? You gave Lord Darien a good many bruises yesterday." She blushed a little and then looked the King right in the eyes.

"A lion named Aslan visited me last night, he said you were telling the truth, and to tell you to take me to the centaur Moon Storm."

Whispers filled the air. King Ram ordered silence. "Did he say how we are to find the old centaur?" He asked, for though he and Darien had discussed taking her to the star gazer, they didn't know how to find him. No one did, he had disappeared when Queen Kayla began her rule.

"I know the way!" A small, piping voice said. They all turned to see a small mouse in their midst. It was about 3 feet tall, with soft, chestnut fur, and black piercing eyes. From its soft gentle voice, one could only assume it was female.

"My name is Chestnut! And I know where Moon Storm is!" She shouted. All the Archenlanders were nearly ecstatic with the site of the live Narnian mouse.

"What good maid mouse? Are the Narnians still alive?" Questioned King Ram, for now, Rachel was completely forgotten, even as she stared at the large mouse, open mouthed. Chestnut's face fell.

"I fear that the Narnia we knew is dead, my lords, for her beauty is gone. And what's worse, most of her people care not. They are too concerned with their queen! Only mice seem unaffected, and I know not why."

"All of Narnia is like this?" The King of Archenland asked in horror.

"All save Cair Paravel, my lord." The young mouse maid replied.

"Why not there?" A Knight asked.

"No one knows, some say, the Queen hold off the enchantment, some believe, as I and most of my kind, that the Queen created the enchantment, and merely wants her surroundings to be pleasant, and cares not for the rest of Narnia!" A growl went up from the knights, as if they wanted to kill the queen right there and then. It was King Ram who stopped them.

"Silence my Knights! We have no proof! This does no concern us right now! We have orders from Aslan to take this girl" here he pointed to Rachel. "To Moon Storm the centaur! And, we will carry out that mission!" Then he turned to Chestnut. "If you will help us, mouse maid." Chestnut drew herself up to her full height.

"I will, your majesty, that is why I came. Moon Storm is my master, Aslan told him to send me to find you."

And that was all there was. The entire company of 20 knights, one girl, and one mouse set off to find and old centaur. Nothing really happened of the trip, except the knights teaching the girl how to ride. And how to shoot an arrow." Rachel broke in.

"The riding I was good at, but the shooting….let's just say they stayed far, far away when I practiced. The trip was fun, though, I got to be close friends with Chestnut and all the knights liked to tease me, and baby me, and Darien told me all the stories of Narnia and Archenland, including the ones about you." She nodded to the 4 kings and queens. "I was best at remembering the stories," she admitted sheepishly. "And I didn't really have enough strength for a sword. I still loved every minute of the trip though. I think they decided I wasn't as weak as the thought at first. King Ram told me that the knights respected me, because I wouldn't give up, even when I was super bad. However, the best this was that I could see some the beauty everyone else remembered and longed for and described in the bright night sky."

"Any way," Trumpkin said. "The trip took about 5 weeks, then they finally reached a place called 'Cauldron's Pool'.

Will Rachel ever meet Moon Storm? Will Narnia be restored to its former glory? Stay tuned! AND REVIEW!