In the next week Lord Jaden was sent away from the castle. He had been caught trying to sneak into Miraz's rooms. It seems that he was a spy for some rebellion in the north. Miraz was so furious that he couldn't even bring himself to torment me. Tormenting me was something he loved to do. He would tell me the most horrid things. As he talked he would smirk at me and watch my reactions and then he would laugh at my inability to tell anyone and walk away. It seemed pointless to me, but he obviously enjoyed giving me secrets that I could not tell. I didn't bother trying to write it for anyone. Who would i tell. I was as isolated as anyone can be working as Miraz's personal maid.

Two weeks passed after my dram, but nothing changed. Even though I had doubted the dream, nothing could keep back my disappointment as the last of my hope vanished. I would die in the castle, I was sure of it. The only time I ever felt anywhere near happy was during my stolen moments listening to Caspian's lessons outside the door. I had ever found a way to stay concealed. There was a large fern growing in a pot outside the door and when the door was cracked open I could hear their voices from behind it.

On the day that marked my one month of being a maid in the castle something finally happened. Miraz's wife went into labor. The dream came back to me. While his wife was in labor Miraz was in another room waiting for the news. He was so anxious he couldn't even stand still for very long.

"Today everything begins." He started into his rant. For Miraz enjoyed hearing his own voice. "When my son is born I will have an heir and there will no longer be a need for Caspian. So he will die and I will take the throne. Then with complete control I will wage war against anyone who questions me. Then as I take out the other governments one by one, I will take control of everywhere. And it all begins today." He whispered it all so quietly I didn't think he was talking to me. "Does that frighten you? Hmmm?" He ran his fingers down my cheek. "Make you want to run an tell anyone? After all I am going to kill m own nephew." I pulled my head away from his hands and glared at the ground. "but you cannot warn him. I can see how this knowledge poisons your soul. Makes you angry, sad. And still you cannot tell." As he so often did Miraz began laughing at my stupidity. "Go, I have no need for you today. You will return tonight after my wife has given birth for further instruction."

I ran from him as fast as I could. I didn't know exactly where I was going or what I was doing, but I found myself in front of the Professors door. Instead of going to hide behind my plant I walked right in. Caspian wasn't there, but I hadn't been expecting him to be. Lucky for me the Professor was alone. He looked up, startled, at the sudden entrance by a stranger.

"What does Miraz want now?" His voice was tired. He had obviously not been sleeping well, or at all. Dark circles lined his eyes and his pale skin almost matched his white hair and beard. I shook my head at him. "No? Miraz does not want of anything?" Again I shook my head. "Then why are you here?" I stepped towards him and grabbed a discarded quill. I looked back at him trying to convey to him that I was asking to use it. "But of course." He was truly confused. " took and empty piece of parchment and began to write. For now, I had someone to write to.

Miraz is going to have Caspian killed. Tonight after the birth of his son.

"Are you sure?"

Yes.

"Why could you not just tell me this?"

I'm mute.

A little while later I left the room quite confident that everything would be okay. The professor had known just what to do and had set about preparing for Caspian's escape. He had tried to convince me to go with him, but something in my gut told me that I couldn't leave yet. I decided my dream was worth following. Even if it wasn't true, maybe gut feeling are always meant to be followed. I just hoped that my decision wouldn't cost me my life.

There was no news of a birth yet so instead of going back to Miraz I went back to my quarters. No one else was there. All of the other maids were busy preparing for the new baby. I was completely alone. I pulled forth the book that the Professor had given me from where I had hidden it in my dress. Selia, another maid, had lent it to me while mine was being mended. The cover was worn so that it no longer appeared to be black, but rather gray. The leather had many cracks in it and it made a crunching sound when you opened it. The inside pages were still legible, but had yellowed with age. The book had been well kept, but nothing can stop the years. The first page had an illustration of the lion Aslan surrounded by the four people from my dreams. I traced my finger around Edmund's picture. In my dream I had said his name out loud. Of course, strange things always happen in dreams, especially in that one. I flipped to page two and began reading the history of Narnia before the Telmarines came. The truth behind everything. It was strange to finally be learning it. Everyone knew that to refer to Narnians or Narnia was to insult someone, but that was all anyone was aloud to know. If you even questioned why it was so you were taken away and when you came back you didn't question anymore.

I read until the uproar began and I had to return to Miraz and to my fear for Caspian's safety, as well as my own.