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Chapter 6: Further In

Henri's POV

"Trees, snow…Lucy, I'm sorry for not believing you," Peter apologizes quickly, "The same to you, Henri."

"It's alright," I forgive him. Lucy bends down for a second and stands back up, smiling slyly.

"Although, I'm not sure apologizing can quite cover what we said," Susan says.

"No," Lucy admits, "it wouldn't."

She throws a snowball at Susan and it hits her in the forehead. Peter, Susan, Lucy, and I laugh. Susan giggles and flings snow at me.

"Hey!" I yell good-naturedly. "Snowball fight!"

We start playing in the snow and chuck snowballs at each other. I throw one at Peter, but he moves out of the way. It smashes into Edmund's shoulder.

"Oi! Stop it!" Edmund screeches. We all stop. Peter glares at his brother.

"You little liar! What a poisonous little-"

"None of you believed them either, so don't lecture me, Peter," Ed says angrily.

"Apologize to Lucy and Henri," Peter demands, pointing to me and his sister. Lucy and I glance at each other, sly grins on our faces. Edmund grudgingly says that he's sorry.

"I don't know, Ed. After all, this forest might just be a hoax," I grin.

"She's right…this is might be all in our imagination. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending," Lucy mocks.

"Very funny," he replies, his facial features twisted into a scowl.

"What do we do now?" Susan says.

"I say we go explore these woods," Peter suggests. "But I do believe we owe Henri and Lucy a favor. Why don't you both decide?"

"How about we go visit Mr. Tumnus?" I say. "I would so like to meet him."

"I think he would enjoy you lot as company. Yes, let's go see Mr. Tumnus," Lucy agrees.

"But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this," Peter says. "I would love to see the Faun, but it's very cold."

"Well, logically, if wore these fur coats, we really wouldn't be taking them out of the wardrobe at all, since Narnia is in the wardrobe," Susan reasons as she passes us coats.

"Brilliant, Su," Peter compliments, slipping his arms through the coat sleeves. He sees Ed in his oversized coat.

"Wait, Edmund," he says mischievously, "I do believe there's a coat in here that is perfect for you."

My arch enemy's moody face perks up.

What do you have in mind, Peter? I think.

But Pete must have been able to read my mind because he shoves a fluffy, exceptionally feminine coat into his brother's hands.

"But that's a girl's coat!" protests Edmund.

"I know," Peter retorts tartly. I laugh harder than I have since the war started.

*LINE BREAK*

Susan's POV

I feel very ashamed at the fact that I didn't believe Henri and Lucy. But really, what sensible, self-respecting person would?

I am almost sixteen and I have to act mature; as a role model to Lucy and Henri. Encouraging childish daydreams? Preposterous.

However, that range of emotions has just vanished. I know that this magical land is real, but I can't seem to grasp the reality of it all.

Peter is having no problem trusting that we're not all going completely mental and I shouldn't either.

"Susan, did you see how deep that snowdrift was?" asks Lucy excitedly.

I chuckle.

"Yes, it was up to our knees."

I glance behind to see Peter and Henri talking, Ed right behind them.

My brother Edmund is so immature and I must say, handled this situation quite poorly. Lying to Peter and jeering at the two younger girls…it makes me sick to realize how horrible he really treats us. I, of course, don't get any respect from him and neither does Peter. I respect my siblings and do my best not to strangle them (ahem, EDMUND).

I find that Lucy is a wonderful guide to the Faun's house. She remembers the whole way there.

When we round a corner, Lucy halts.

"Lucy?" Henri says. "What's wrong?"

She gasps and runs toward Mr. Tumnus' front door…or what's left of it. I go in after her.

She stands in the doorway of a little cave that I assume was once the home of Mr. Tumnus. It's hard to tell because the place is in ruins.

Snow is piled thick in the entranceway. It is mixed with some sort of black char that must be from a fire. The dishes and other crockery lies shattered on the floor. There is what seems to be a picture in shreds, slashed by a blade of some sort.

"What a wash-out," Edmund says.

"What's this?" Peter wonders, taking a piece of parchment from the floor.

"Anything written on it?" I ask, flipping through a book entitled Is Man a Myth?

"Y-yes," stammers Peter.

"Go on, read it aloud," urges Henri.

"Alright," my older brother says.

We all gather round Peter, most of us reading it over his shoulder.

The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting his trial on charge of High Treason against Her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, chaintelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc., also of comforting her said Majesty's enemies , harboring spies, and fraternizing with humans

Signed MAUGRIM,

Captain of the Secret Police

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!

We glance up and stare at each other anxiously. This is very bad.

"I'm not sure I'm going to like this place after all," I say nervously.

*LINE BREAK*

Lucy's POV

"Lu, who is this queen?" Peter says, turning to me. "Do you know anything about her?"

"I know she isn't the real queen of Narnia," I reply. "She's a witch, nicknamed the White Witch by all the good animals and magical creatures that live here. She's cast some sort of enchantment that makes it always winter and never Christmas."

"How horrid," Henri says in a queer voice, glaring at Edmund with such hate, I'm surprised she doesn't burn a hole in his face. But that's not new, is it?

"I-I wonder if there's any point in going on. I mean, we've brought no fresh clothes, food, supplies...Lucy, there's not much we can do for Tumnus," Susan says. I shake my head in dismay.

"No, no! Don't you see? It's my own fault he was arrested in the first place," I protest. "The least I can do is try to rescue him. Won't you please come along?"

"She's right," Henri says, putting a hand on my shoulder protectively. "We've got to help."

"A lot we could do," scoffs Edmund. "Just like Su said; we haven't even got food!"

Henri and I both glower intently at my brother.

"You shut up," Peter tells Ed crossly. He's still in boiling water from the lies.

"What do you think, Susan?"

"I'm not quite sure...but I've got a dreadful feeling Henri and Lucy are right, Pete. I'd rather not go any further in, but helping the Faun, Mr. Tom-Tunm-oh, bother! Whatever his name might be, it's the best thing we can do. After all, he helped save Lucy."

"The only problem is," says Henri, "we have no idea where the poor chap is being held."

We nod. Susan and Peter start looking for a map of Narnia with Henri as Edmund stands there dumbly.

I am very excited to be helping Mr. Tumnus! Wherever he is, I'm sure the good creatures may help us find him.

I notice a red-chested robin outside the window.

I wonder if he can talk, like Mr. Tumnus said, I think.

"Psssst," the robin whispers. My eyes go wide. I gesure to myself and the little bird nods.

"Psssst," it says yet again. It flys to a branch in the next tree.

"Everyone!" I say. "Look! The robin! It wants us to follow him!"

"Well, then, let's follow him," Henri says, moving towards the doorway.

"Wait, how do you know you should follow it?" Susan questions.

"Yeah, it's just a bird. It can't say one syllable of a word," Ed pipes up.

Henri gives me a look that tells me let's go, even if they won't. I nod and we take off outside into the snow. I hear Peter yell after us.

"Lucy! Henri! Come back!"

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