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Chapter 9

I looked at my love in dismay. What had they done to him? I start running to him. Men move to stop me, but Laurence dismisses them. Anger and hatred pulse through me. I change my course and head straight for Laurence. I let out a wrangled battle cry as I pounce on him, knocking both of us to the ground. I straddle his body and start delivering blows. Nose, jaw, eyes, anything my fists can make contact with. He lets out a startled cry and tries to block my blows. I keep whacking him until hands pull me away from my victim. I kick and scream trying to keep delivering blows. I manage to kick several guards, and they crumple in pain, but I am quickly over powered. Four pairs of hands hold each of my arms. I struggle and their grip tightens. I stop struggling because it's pointless. Instead I pant and glare at my bloody captor.

Men rush to help Laurence. He slowly sits up and pushes the helping hands away. He staggers to his feet. My knuckles throb from all the bone-to-bone connections, and I notice some of the skin is raw and or bleeding. He shakily walks over to me. His face is just one bloody, disgusting mess. He stares at me. I gather all the spit I can and plant one on his cheek, right under his left puffy eye. He wipes it away on his sleeve with a scary calm. He delivers two quick, hard punches and I find my self without breath, on my knees, with what I hope is not a broken jaw. I taste blood in my mouth. I can't breathe. I take small sips, which don't seem enough. I desperately gasp for air like a fish out of water. I place one hand on the ground to brace myself as the world spins due to my lack of oxygen.

I feel a dreadful pain and I shriek in pain as a hand pulls my hair and my head with it. I try to hold on to whatever is pulling my hair out, but my hands are already tied behind my back. I am forced to my feet. I see someone take Caspian too. I feel hard, sharp nails digging into my scalp, as I am steered down the endless maze of hallways. At a sharp right turn I let out a cry. The guard makes sure his movement is sharp and jerky so as to cause me pain at every moment possible. I whimper as he pulls me to a stop. Caspian wakes a bit more from his hypothermia. He is still shivering uncontrollably.

We have come up to a door. Caspian is quite literally tossed in. My bonds are cut and I too am tossed in. A few items tumble in after us. The room is pitch black once the door closes. I search the floor tenderly with my raw, bloodied hands. I find a candle, flint, and a wool blanket. I light the candle and look for more items. There are two more candles and I light the second one. I stuff the third into my bodice for later use. I place the warm glow next to Caspian. I remove his soaked leather riding armor. His chain mail is harder to remove. It's already heavy and the water doesn't help. I try to lift him to remove it, but his dead weight is much more than what I can lift. I have to take it off. I clench my jaws in preparation for a heavy lift and instantly regret it. I cry out as my jaw resumes throbbing. I turn and spit the blood from my mouth. Note to self, don't move your jaw. I look at Caspian.

"Caspian? Caspian please, it's me Susan. I know you're cold, but you have to wake up. Can you hear me? Please Caspian, you have to wake up!" My jaw screams with every word. I shake him to wake him up. I slap his face a few times to get the blood flowing back into his pale cheeks. He stirs. I sigh in relief. He cannot go back to sleep or he might never wake up. "Caspian? Oh Caspian love, you cannot sleep, okay? I know you're tired and cold, but stay with me, okay? Stay with me." I bite my lip against the pain in my jaw.

"Susan?" croaked Caspian.

"Shh. I'm here. Yes, it's Susan," I whispered soothingly.

"S-s-s-susan?" he asked again.

"Yes Caspian?"

"S-s-s-susan?" he croaked for a third time. All right… I was getting a bit annoyed.

"What Caspian?" I asked, annoyed.

"S-s-s-susan," he croaked, "y-y-y-you l-l-look a-a-awf-f-f-ful."

I burst out laughing, but I cry out in pain. Jaw. Hurt. Right. But I cannot help feeling relieved. I help him sit up and I take the chain mail shirt off him. Finally, I manage to get him down to his under shirt. I untie the ropes at the neck and rip down the middle. His chest is so cold. He is still shivering uncontrollably.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-susan? I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-s-s-so c-c-c-c-c-c-cold-d-d-d-d-d-d!" I take the ripped shirt off him completely.

"I know Caspian, I know. I'm so sorry." I make him sit up once again and I wrap the woolen blanket around his freezing cold chest. I need something else. This wool blanket isn't going to make him warmer. I bring the candle higher and it casts light around the entire room. No windows, one (locked) door, three candles, two flints, Caspian's wet clothes, the wool blanket, and my dress make all the material things in the room. I walk over to the door and bang with my fist.

"Hey!" I yell, "Anyone?" I keep yelling, hoping someone will hear me. Suddenly the door is flung open.

"What do you want?" says a deep voice.

"I need another blanket, a thick one. And a wash clothe and clean water."

"Who do you think I am a servant?" snaps the deep voice.

"Well you did answer the door."

"Well you wouldn't shut up," he says.

"I'm sorry, but my friend has hypothermia and I need another blanket, sugar, and water," I explain, I don't want this guy angry. I'm too tired to fight anymore.

"Fine," he says. I perk up. Well that was certainly unexpected. He closes the door behind him. I run for it, but as I am about to turn the knob there is the clicking of the lock. I bang the door with my fist.

"Damn!" I hiss. I lean my back on the wall and slide down to the floor. I wrap my arms around my knees and rest my head on them. I crawl over to Caspian and lay my head on his chest. I pull him closer and close my eyes. After a few minutes the door opens again.

"Here." There's a plop and the door is shut again. I force my self off Caspian and grab the large blanket. It's thicker than the one Caspian has now. I also grab the water and cloth.

"Come on Caspian, you need to stand, just for a bit." I help him to his feet. I put his dead weight on my back and lay down the thin blanket. As gently as I can, I lay him on top and cover him with the new thicker one. He can't go back to sleep.

"Mother?" Oh boy.

"No Caspian, it's me, Susan."

"Mom? I've missed you! Why did you leave me?" Oh god.

"I'm right here Caspian," I say. He's not registering me. I have to get him moving.

"Caspian come on. Get up. Let's move around." I force him as best I can to his feet and I get him moving. He is heavy. We walk around the room several times then I make him do it with out me. He runs into walls and me a few times, but eventually he stops asking for his mother and starts complaining that it's too hot. This is good. I need to keep his body temperature up. After I see him visibly sweating, I let him sit and relax.

Soon Caspian falls into a troubled sleep. I force myself to stay awake so that I can watch him. But my head starts to fall and my eyelids feel heavy. Before I know it, I am in a deep dreamless sleep.

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