A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! Okay, so some more Peter/Susan action...just a little, but still. Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Betrayal

The boys returned with six fish, each carrying two. The girls already had the potatoes, bread, butter, and six mugs set up on the table. Mrs. Beaver grabbed the fish and started to fry them. Mr. Beaver took a seat at a round table and Peter and Edmund followed suit. Lucy sat in between Peter and Edmund. Susan got the milk, and started pouring it into everyone's mugs. Mrs. Beaver returned with the cooked trout and sat next to her husband. Susan took the remaining seat—in between Peter and Mrs. Beaver.

They ate quickly and silently. No one said a word and enjoyed their meals. They all helped themselves to seconds, thirds, and fourths. Once they were finished, Susan cleaned up her plate and Edmund's, stood up, and said, "Thank you so much, the food was delicious!"

Peter nodded in agreement, collected his and Lucy's plates and followed her into the kitchen. "I'll get Mr. and Mrs. Beaver's plates…they cooked, we'll clean."

Susan smiled, and filled the sink with water and soap. The bubbles started foaming, and she rinsed each dish off and started scrubbing. Peter came back in with the rest of the dishes and set them in the sink. "You wash, I dry?"

"Sure."

They washed and dried for awhile in silence, and then Peter asked, "Why do you eat with your left hand? You do other things with your right, but you eat with your left…why?"

Susan stared at him, dumbfounded. She just chuckled, "Can you come up with anything more random than that?"

He smiled, but then asked seriously, "You write with your right hand and you play volleyball with your right hand. How come you eat with your left?"

She smiled at his repeated question, "Why do you want to know?" She looked up at his staring face, and caught her breath. He was inches from her.

"I just noticed it, and was wondering." He whispered. His breath felt hot against her skin.

"I—I don't know…I guess I've always done that since I was a kid…" She stammered, trying to keep her thoughts, and trying to remember what he asked her.

He seemed to move in an inch closer and whispered, "Oh." He was leaning in, and she was shocked in place. His lips were only millimeters away when Mrs. Beaver came waddling in, and cried,

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt anything! Don't mind me, just grabbing a wash rag." They instantly pulled back, and each of them was blushing.

Peter cleared his throat, "No, no that's fine. We were just coming out, right Susan?" He winked at her.

Susan blushed, "Right."

When they came in Edmund was giving them a questioning look at their bright red faces. Lucy smiled at them. When they were all seated and the table was washed, Lucy asked, "Please, Mr. Beaver, what happened to Mr. Tumnus?"

Mr. Beaver took a deep breath and answered, "I'm not for certain, but I have a good guess. I think she took him to her House…and turned him int—well….turned him into stone."

Lucy gasped, and struggled to keep from crying. "Oh." She was whimpering into Peter's strong arms.

"Don't worry, Lucy. They say Aslan is on the move."

"Aslan?" Susan asked. The name made her feel happy and warm on the inside. She straightened up and notice Peter and Lucy did too. Lucy stopped crying.

Mr. Beaver just laughed. Then Mrs. Beaver said gently, "Mr. Beaver…I don't think they know who he is, dear."

"Not know—not know who Aslan is? He's only the King of Narnia!"

Lucy asked, "Is he a man?"

Mr. Beaver chuckled, "A man? No, no…he's king of the beasts! He is a lion."

Lucy's eyes got wide.

Edmund sneered, "Well, could the Queen turn him into stone then also?"

Mr. Beaver shook his head, "If the White Witch ever saw him, I'm sure she'd be dead. No, no, he'll put things right. An old rhyme says so:

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

Well, you'll understand when you see him."

Susan sat up, "Will we get to see him?"

"Why of course! Where do you think I'm taking you? We're going to meet him at the Stone Table!"

Peter asked, "Where's that?"

"I'll show you! It's down the river; I'll take you to it."

Lucy asked, "But what about Mr. Tumnus?"

Mr. Beaver sighed, "The only way to help him is to get you four to Aslan. Another rhyme says this:

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

Sit at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done.

That's why it's so important for you four to get to Aslan and to your rightful thrones! Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will end the Witch's reign for good. There's never been any of your kind in this land before!"

Susan crinkled her forehead, "But, Mr. Beaver, that's what I don't understand. Isn't the White Witch herself human?"

He huffed, "She'd like you to believe it! Her father was a Son of Adam, but her mother was a Jinn. She is half giant, and that's why she's bad all through!" Mrs. Beaver nodded her head in agreement. He continued, "She'll be wanting to kill every one of you, so that she can keep the throne. That's why we need to get you to Aslan, he'll make things right, yes he will."

Susan sighed, and slouched in her seat a bit. She looked across the table at an empty chair. She glanced around the table at everyone's faces; Lucy, Peter, Mrs. Beaver, Mr. Beaver, but no—"Where's Edmund?"

Peter looked at the empty seat in shock, "When did he leave?"

Lucy asked, "Who saw him last?"

Susan shook her head, "Is he outside?"

They all got up and flew out the door. Susan looked everywhere. She started screaming, "EDMUND! EDMUND! WHERE ARE YOU? EDMUND!" She screamed until she was hoarse.

She asked, "What are we going to do?"

Mr. Beaver yelled, "Do? Do? We have to leave at once! We don't have any time to spare!"

Peter nodded, "Yes, we can divide into search parties. Susan and I, and then you three."

"Search parties Son of Adam?" asked Mr. Beaver.

"Yes, to look for Edmund."

"Oh, there's no point in looking for him."

Susan rounded up on the beaver, "What did you just say?"

Mr. Beaver stepped back and continued, "Well, we know where he's gone. He's gone to her."

Susan shook her head, "How do you know?"

"Has he been in this country before?"

Lucy nodded, "Yes."

"And do you know where he went?"

Susan looked to Lucy. "No." She said in a small voice.

"Then mark my words, he's met her before. He's on his way there now. We must go to Aslan…he's our only chance."

Mrs. Beaver asked, "Does anyone know when he left? Did he hear us talking about Aslan coming?"

Peter started, "Well, I don't remember him being here—"

"—oh, but he was Peter! Don't you remember? He asked if the White Witch could turn Aslan to stone."

Susan snarled, "That's just the sort of thing he would ask."

Mr. Beaver shook his head, "Once Edmund tells her where we are, she'll send her police to come for us. We must be off at once!"

They all ran back inside and Mrs. Beaver started pulling out sacks and shoving in food. Susan immediately started to help, followed by Lucy. Mr. Beaver packed blankets and a knife. They were all ready in a minute. Mr. Beaver led them to the back door of the dam…it lead underground.

Mrs. Beaver suddenly said, "Wait! Can I bring my sewing machine?"

Susan thought she must be kidding, but the look on her face made it clear that she wasn't. Mr. Beaver sighed, "No, dear. I'm sorry, we're going to have to leave it here."

"Oh, alright. I just don't want to imagine her ruining it."

"I'll get you a new one when we get back, okay?"

"Fine." She mumbled.

Mr. Beaver started down the trial first then Lucy, Susan, Peter, and Mrs. Beaver in the rear. They were in a cold underground tunnel. There were some frozen windows on the side that showed the fish swimming beside them. Susan couldn't believe it. It was beautiful. Each window was frosted on the rims, and the fish all swam around them, some waving. One blew a kiss to Susan, who blew one back. Peter chuckled behind her.

After walking for hours and hours, Mr. Beaver took a left turn into a small cave. It was damp and cold inside. Mr. Beaver said, "We're going to sleep here for the night."

Lucy stumbled in right away and curled up in a corner. Peter placed a blanket over her snoring figure. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver went on the far side of the cave and fell asleep instantly. Peter sat down next to a frozen window and motioned for Susan to come over by him.

Susan sat down next to him. She shivered and he covered her with a blanket. "T—thanks."

He smiled, "Don't mention it." He noticed her eyelids getting heavier every second—she was tired. "Lay down, get some sleep."

She nodded and lay down, resting her head on her arms. She instantly closed her eyes, and was slipping into sleep. She heard Peter lay down next to her, and she shivered again—not because of the cold this time. Peter wrapped an arm around her, clearly mistaken. Susan felt sparks fly through her, and curled up in his arms. He gently rubbed her arm, and then soon stopped. Susan peeked through her lashes to see that he had fallen asleep. She rested her head on his arm and quickly fell asleep also.

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