Disclaimer; The Chronicles of Narnia belongs to the Heirs and Estates of CS Lewis. Not me.

A/N: Five rewrites later, this is it.

Lucy shivered from her place beside Edmund. The air was cold in the pre-dawn, but the army and local Narnians had gathered to see the first Open Judgment since before the White Witch. Susan, on the other side of Edmund, gave Lucy a worried glance. "Peter," Susan said, "are you sure Lucy should see this?"

Lucy sniffed softly, "I'm a Queen of Narnia," She said, fighting to keep her voice steady. "I will stay."

Peter looked at Lucy from where he paced in front of them, then inclined his head slightly to her as the first rays of the sun touched Cair Paravel. Turning, Peter looked over the crowed, then nodded to Oreius who made a gesture behind him. The last of the assassins was brought out, a faun, who kept his head raised as he was lead before them. "Narnia," Peter called as loudly as he could. "This is the last of the assassins who attempted to claim Our life and that of our Sister-Queen Lucy. He is the sole member of that foul brotherhood to find true repentance in his act and as such, We have agreed to grant him the reprieve of a traitor's death. Though this Faun will face death, We give him the mercy of a swift death."

The Faun knelt before Peter unaided and rested his head on the wooden block. Peter lifted his sword so that it glinted in the sun. Griping it with both of his hands, he took a deep breath and brought the sword down with a grunting roar.

Lucy jerked, but kept her eyes on Peter's back, trying to keep her breathing calm. Peter had not let her see the other assassins die, instead setting her to talk with the weasel Bran to learn about the human killers and their arrival in Narnia from the sea. She knew, had overheard, that the others had been burned alive. She also knew why the Faun had been granted his request for mercy. She closed her eyes as the Cair Guards stepped forward to remove the body and remembered a sunny court yard. She had hidden under a bench that day, and the Faun had spotted her. He'd lifted his sword to attack her and then froze, as if awe struck, before Sláine had taken him down. That moment of hesitation, witnessed by Sláine and herself, had led to this day.

"By Aslan," Peter called, "thus Justice is done."