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Okay so, question time. Do you guys want me to add a few chapter from the Pevensies when they get back to England? Or do you want me not to bother, and try to explain stuff in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader?

The Forgotten Lady

Miraz sat down, glowering at the young King in front of him. Their audience with Miraz was over. Edmund and Mollie both bowed, before leaving the tent. Peri and Ferna walked over and the pair mounted just as Glenstorm rose. The party left the camp. Edmund was paying special attention to the different tents and their placement within the camp. Peter was waiting for them when they arrived back, he was stood in front of the How, and when Edmund dismounted he looked him over. Mollie bowed and walked off with Peri and Ferna, to take their saddles off.
"Brother, I am fine" Edmund said, with a roll of his eyes.
"Of course you are" Peter said.
"It was a success. The man has taken the challenge" Edmund said.
"Then we must write our rules down" Peter replied.
"Of course" Edmund said, "Although I feel my use will be better served here."
"It was you whom issued the challenge" Peter said "They won't like a messenger change"
"They won't have one. Lady Mollie accompanied me" Edmund said "I suggest she takes over my role"
"Caspian said she was on guard duty" Peter said.
"Yes well, I requested her presence" Edmund said. "I trust her"
"It's not a case of trusting her" Peter said.
"Maybe it should be" Edmund said "She's appeared and not one of us has questioned her"
"True" Peter said "but I remember her"
"As do I, thirteen hundred years ago" Edmund said.
"I trust you brother, if you feel we cannot let her have the role" Peter said, leaving the sentence hanging.
"That's not what I said. I was merely commenting on the fact that Lady Mollie seems easy to trust" Edmund said. "But I do trust her"
"Then we'd better write up our conditions" Peter said.

An hour later Mollie was walking through the camp, Wimbleweather was by her side, though Glenstorm was strangely absent. Peter and Edmund had needed him to stay behind.
"Where is the King?" Miraz asked.
"I'm afraid his Majesty was needed at camp" Mollie said, stepping forward "he sends his most sincere apologies"
"Of course… I am right to assume you have the rules with you?"
"Yes" Mollie said. "Peter, by the girt of Aslan, by election, by prescription and by conquest, High King over all Kings in Narnia, Emporer of the Lone Islands and Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, to Miraz, Son of Caspian the Eighth, sometime Lord Protector of Narnia, and now styling himself King of Narnia, Greeting" Mollie cleared her throat.

"I accept the terms" Miraz said.
"Thank you" Mollie replied, she bowed before turning around.
"Lady Mollie. It would please me if you could give this to my rival" Miraz said, motioning a short man to come forward and hand her a folded piece of paper, it bore what Mollie assumed was the seal of the Telmarines.
"Of course" Mollie replied. She bowed, before leaving the tent. Ferna was stood grazing outside, beside Wimbleweather. Mollie rode back to the How, Wimbleweather striding along beside her. When they arrived back, the How was very busy. The blacksmiths were working hard, their hall was smoky and smelt of soot and ash. Satyrs and Centaurs were carrying around heavy bundles of swords, axes and hammers. Fauns were feathering arrows. Mollie walked past them and found the High King in the mess hall. Peter rose as he saw Mollie enter, and bowed to the Lady.
"My Lady" he said. Both Edmund and Caspian also rose from their empty plates.
"Sire" she replied, with a deep bow.
"Has it all gone well?" he asked.
"Yes sire. He agrees to all the terms you've set." Mollie said. "He asked me to give you this" Mollie held out the folded paper, Peter took it off her with a frown.
"What does it say?" Edmund asked.
"It doesn't say anything" Peter replied, he showed Edmund the picture. It had clearly been torn out from a book. It was of a group of people, all wearing crowns.
"I'm sorry for your loss" Edmund read the small writing in the corner. "Pay it no heed brother, he merely means to distract you, in the hopes it will be easier for him to win"
"Of course" Peter said, not taking his eyes off the paper.
"Come, we've finished our noon day meal, it is unfair of us to hold up others" Edmund said. Peter nodded and folded the paper up, tucking it into his tunic.
"Lady Mollie, will you check the training arena. From what I can recall, you are an expert warrior. I feel that your expertise would benefit our cause" Peter said.
"Sire, if I may, Lady Mollie has not eaten since early this morn. She is surely hungry" Caspian said.
"You need not fear, My Lord. I am fine" Mollie said, with a nod of her head. "I am much too busy to eat at present, and as yet I am not hungry"
"Lady Mollie, please, you must eat something, even something small. You cannot function without sustenance of some kind" Peter said.
"I am fine Sire" Mollie replied.
"Lady Mollie, you need to be strong for battle. Your figure doesn't matter" Edmund spoke up.
"With all respect Sire, I was paying no attention to my figure" Mollie replied.
"Prove it then" Edmund said with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"Fine" Mollie replied, she took a chunk of bread off a plate in the middle of the table and tore into it. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend too"
"You are dismissed" Edmund said. Mollie looked at him, meeting his stare before she turned around and strode out the room.

Mollie walked out of the How. She strode over to the small group training near the forested area. Lucy was on the opposite side of the field with another small group, they were also practising swordsmanship. Susan was practising archery on the otherside of the field, showing her prowess to a small group of Dwarves, Satyrs and Fauns, all whom looked in awe of her skill.
"Lady Mollie, it's nice of you to join us" Silenus, one of the Satyr's said.
"I was told my help would be appreciated" Mollie replied.
"It is appreciated" Silenus said "Many of my kin have never learnt the true art of warfare, but we can hold our own in battle."
"Then I'm glad to help, but I do not doubt you, for I have seen you all in action." Mollie said. The next few hours was filled with hard training. By the time they stopped, everyone was covered in sweat and bruises, a few Narnians even had small scrapes.

That night, High King Peter sat on his bunk, the small candle cast enough light for him to see the parchment he held in his hands. The golden crowned man, representing himself was riding on a white horse, on the horse next to him was a blonde woman, crowned in gold and jewels. Peter looked at the painting of his wife, of his Queen. He couldn't help but feel saddened about the thought of his wife ruling alone, and all those years he could have been beside her stolen from him.

Okay. So. I hope you guys like this.

So it's half term right now, and I've gotta work a lot. Coz I totally need money. And I just realised how many friends I have to buy Christmas presents for, as well as my entire family. So that's gonna cost a lot. So yeah, I might not update for a bit, but I'll do my damned hardest. There's only a couple of chapters left to write anyway.

Jedhev