Part Nine

A Time to Mourn

"We're not going back, Ed."

"I know."

The youngest Pevensies sat underneath an apple tree outside the Scrubb's house. Earlier in the day, they had played a variety of makeshift games along with Eustace, but now the sun was directly overhead and Eustace had gone inside at the demand of Alberta. It had been about a week since their very last visit to Narnia, and they hadn't discussed it.

Edmund laid down the book he had been reading and sighed, moving closer to Lucy.

"It's both harder and easier than I thought it would be. It's a very peculiar feeling," He confided in his little sister as she laid her head on Edmund's shoulder.

"I wonder if this is what Peter and Susan felt like when they were told they couldn't go back," Lucy wondered out loud.

"Peter's never said anything about it." Edmund responded.

"Neither has Susan. . . at least, not to me."

They both sat in silence for several minutes, before Lucy broke it once more.

"It makes me feel better though, that Aslan said He can be found in this world too."

Edmund nodded as he stroke Lucy's hair back, something he knew Peter often did to calm the youngest of the Pevensie clan.

"It makes me feel better too."

And for several hours the two mourn their personal loss of Narnia together.