Note: I feel bad that this chapter is so short. I had decided to not write anything not over 1000 words long.. sorry about that.. but as I was writing this in my notebook I didn't have word count. Anyway, I hope that ya'll are happy that I'm updating at all. What do you like anyway. Long chapter and long waits, or shorter chapters and shorter waits? :D Review! BTW the stone table is not the one in the original Narnia books.

Disclaimer: No no no! I do not own Narnia or any of it's characters. Everyone else is mine.

Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 7 - Trust

"What's going on? Where am I?" Lucy was very much surprised when Corin jolted awake. He rubbed his head, and glared at the big man who had brought him in.

"We've been abducted," Lucy said softly, so only Corin could hear. The boy nodded slowly, and reached for his sword. Of course, any person thinking rightly would know if they were captured, any weapons would be taken away. Corin, however, was no ordinary person.

"Ah," the strange man said when he saw Corin was conscious. "Now things may proceed." Lucy and Corin were shoved over to the stone table, and made to sit on stone seats, which were shaped like tree stumps. As Lucy and Corin sat, their hands bound, they watched as the cloaked man lifted his hood. A gasp escaped Lucy, and Corin's lips. Corin, however, also reacted in a much more interesting manner.

"You liar!" he cried, jumping up and kicking the man in the shins. He would have done more, if two guards had not come from the shadow's and stopped him.

"How could you?" Lucy asked, looking up at the face she had grown to trust. Corin stared at the man, defiance in his eyes.

"My father always told me, never trust a Telmarine." This comment earned the boy a box on the ear from one of the guards.

"I must do what my Kind commands," the man said, with a note of remorse in his voice.

"Now, guards, take these two back to their cell.. until we need them." The guard's nodded. Corin struggled fiercely as the big guard dragged him down the hall. Lucy followed with a few pushes from her guard. She looked over her shoulder at the cloaked man, her eyes full of tears. The eyes seemed to say,

"How could you?" The man passed his hand over his face and sighed. Loyalty could sometimes be at bad thing.

Peter was once again in the library, speaking with Riswood.

"So you think that it my be the Telmarine's?" Riswood nodded.

"With the information we have found, all fingers point towards Telmar. Peter nodded.

"We can't jump to conclusions until we have proof. The centaur was quick to agree with his king.

"Are there any Telmarine that come often to Narnia?" Peter thought for a moment, then a look of surprise crossed his face.

"There is Bindarine. He is an ambassador that comes very often. He's a nice, fatherly man." Riswood raised an eyebrow.

"Sometimes appearances can decieve." Peter nodded.

"I suppose you're right. I guess we may have to prepare for war if it should come." Riswood placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. He could tell that his king was in pain, because he was unable to find his siblings.

"King Lune is coming soon, and his son may not be here to meet him," Peter said sadly.

"I'll rally the troops," the centaur said, striding out of the room. Peter sighed, placing a book he had been holding back on it's shelf.

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"Presenting, Sir Rindoon of Telmar, and Sir Eliander of Telmar." Susan looked up, and smiled courteously as the two men entered the room, and bowed grandly.

"Welcome Sirs Eliander, and Rindoon." They smiled back, then at each other.

"Queen Susan, your majesty, you are looking very lovely as always," Rindoon said, as she allowed him to kiss her hand.

"Yes, someday you will make a wonderful wife for a lucky man," Sir Eliander said. Susan blushed deeply.

"Well thank you both. I hope that you will find your accommodations acceptable." The men nodded, smiling again.

"I'm sure we will."

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Edmund spied on the cave that the huge man had entered, but no one ever seemed to come out. Sighing, Edmund decided to go back to the palace to report to Peter. He would surely be worried.

To be continued...