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Chapter 10

Josephine surveyed the false passports with skepticism; Susan had handed it to her a moment before, which surprised Josephine—she would have thought the false documents wouldn't have been read until later in the afternoon. "Katherine and Henry King? That's not obviously fake or anything. Did this idiot know we're going to England?!"

Susan looked at her sternly. "Just be thankful you have them at all."

"You know we can't pass for siblings..." Josephine stated slowly, confused at her aunt's oversight.

"Well that's why you'll just have to pretend to be newlyweds."

"Who are newly wedded?" Caspian asked, as he sauntered into the kitchen, where the two Pevensie women stood, bickering. He moved to stand behind Josephine, looking over her shoulder at the identification documents on the table. Josephine couldn't help but enjoy being so close to him. She was a bit annoyed with her the way she was acting though; all silly like a thirteen year old with backstage passes to a Jonas Brother's concert.

"You and Josephine. Well, not really, but you'll have to pretend because its impossibly to pass her off as your sister. You are Henry King and she is your new wife, Katherine. You are on your honeymoon to England."

Josephine shook her head dramatically. "Yes, and when we get to Customs, they're going to ask if I was married to his brother Arthur. This isn't going to work."

"But I don't have a brother..." at the confusion in his voice, Josephine turned to look at Caspian—in the back of her mind she wondered in Susan noticed how close they were and how neither he nor she seemed to mind the closeness.

"There was a really famous English King named Henry VIII, he had six wives—well not at the same time, but consecutively—three were named Katherine, two were named Anne, and one was named Jane. His first wife, a Spanish princess by the name of Katherine of Aragon, was married to his older brother, Arthur. But Arthur died like six months into their marriage, and Henry's father didn't want to give up her dowry, so he had Katherine marry Henry. And anyway, I think it's going to be a weird if we show up to England with those names."

Caspian nodded in understanding, and he looked as if he were about to speak when Susan said something instead. "I've also bought your plane tickets; Nine p.m. from Milwaukee, you have a flight change O'Hare in Chicago and another one at JFK in New York then its a straight flight all the way to Heathrow in London. So, if you have any last minute packing," Susan paused and looked direction at Josephine, "I suggest you get it out of the way."

"I guess there's a few more things I could add." Josephine mused. Caspian looked a bit concerned.

"But you already added five shirts, two skirts, another pair of jeans and more books."

Eventually, after much light arguing, Josephine managed to drag Caspian up to her room. They had already decided to put both her's and Caspian's clothes and such into Josephine's massive red and purple hiker backpack, while they would use the smaller bag for their carry-on—in which they had money, food, first aid, a change of clothes for each and a few books. Josephine surveyed the half full case, that was resting on the bench at the foot of her bed, with all their clothes. Caspian was sitting in her desk chair, looking at her bookshelves.

"You do realize, Princesita, that there are clothes readily available in England, yes?"

Josephine rolled her violet eyes at the wall. "I like being prepared." She threw her purple iPod, a stack of movies and a shiny black portable DVD player into the carry-on bag. After pausing a moment she added an arm load of wall chargers and adapters.

Caspian studied the book titles closer. "What's The Importance of Being Ernest about?" He asked suddenly. Josephine looked over her shoulder at him; she was struck by how handsome he looked even in such an ordinary setting. His broad shoulders were framed nicely by the ends of the shelf he was standing before. Caspian was taller than anybody that had ever been in her room and he seemed even bigger because of that fact. The late afternoon sun made his dark hair a complex weave of blacks, browns, auburns, and reds. She couldn't believe a man as handsome as he wanted to date a girl as average as her.

"Its a satire of rigid societies. Its actually really funny, you should read it." Josephine turned back to her dresser and grabbed a light weight, see through aqua colored cotton tunic with beautiful silver embroidery around the keyhole neckline, cuffs, and bottom of the shirt. She tossed it into the bigger bag along with a few neutral colored camis.

Josephine turned back to the dresser, but suddenly, somehow, Caspian was between her and the piece of furniture; arms folded over his chest. "That's enough clothes, Querida. I know I'm going to be the one carrying it."

"But, I need to add my blue dress!" Josephine made a quick dash pass his towering frame to try and nab her dress from behind him. Caspian quickly hooked his arm around her waist and spun them, so Josephine ended up facing her bed. "Caspian!" she reprimanded sharply.

"Yes, Princesita? Is there something the matter?" he righted them, but kept a firm hold on her waist.

She stamped her foot. "Let me at my clothes."

Caspian burst out in deep laughter. "Did you really just stamp your foot. I thought only young girls did that. And no, I do not think that I will." She frowned.

Josephine struggled for a moment until they were distracted by Susan shouting up the stairs. "You had better be leaving for the airport soon, you have to drive all the way down to Milwaukee." While Caspian was suitably unaware of her movements, Josephine swiftly broke out of his hold and dashed over to her dresser. In one swift gesture, she grabbed the dress she wanted and deposited it into the bag. Josephine zipped it up and smiled at a slight baffled and amused Caspian.

"Well, grab the bag and lets go."

[~*~]

Josephine sat in her newly fixed car, driving down the interstate highway. Caspian was seated next to her, watching with an amused expression on his handsome face as she sang along to the radio. "Check yes Juliet, are you with me? Rain keeps falling down on the sidewalk. I won't go until you come outside. Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo. I'll keep tossing rock at you window. There's not turning back for us to night.."

"What are all these reference to 'Juliet' about? I though I saw at least three books in your room with her name on them."

"Hm?" She took her eyes off the road for a moment to glace at him. "Oh its from this really famous play by the same man who wrote Hamlet about a couple, Romeo and Juliet. Their families were warring with each other, but Romeo and Juliet fall in love and get married in secret."

"So it has a happy ending?" Caspian questioned, trying to understand why this play was so famous.

"Ah, no. They end up killing themselves and everything goes to hell. But there's finally peace between the families..." She finished lamely.

Caspian raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why is it so famous if the ending is not good?"

Josephine pursed her lips, thinking about everything her English teachers had told her about the bittersweet play. "I think because its the loftiest expression of love in this world. I remember reading some essay on it how Juliet was the pure embodiment of love. I dunno, I think humans are captivated by fleeting things, because in the end, that's that our lives were; just a sigh of the earth." She shrugged and turned her attention back to the road.

"Hey, before in my room, you called me something in Telmarine...key-air-da? What does that mean?"

Caspian chuckled. "It means 'darling'."

"Oh." She couldn't help show the blush that rose to her cheeks, nor the satisfaction in her smile at his words.

They drove for about a half an hour in silence besides the constant sound her iPod, which Josephine had rigged up to the radio. Caspian seemed lost in his own thoughts, and for her part Josephine was mulling over some pretty deep pondering herself. She was thinking about her parents. For the first time in her life Josephine knew who they were—she even knew a substantial amount of information about her father's life. She absently wondered if she could ever go to Aslan's Place and meet him; she wondered if that would be a bit awkward seeing as Peter died when he was in his early twenties.

Thinking about her mother, the star named Isolde, brought different questions to mind. Josephine wondered what about her was different from a 'normal' human, given that her mother was not a human. She wondered why her mother fell form the heavens to live on earth—was it some sort of personal failure, was it an accident, was it fate? Josephine had read in a Neil Gaiman novel that stars were the daughters of the moon; she had also read that the fae folk were children of the moon. She wanted to know if perhaps she would find more of her mother's kind among the faeries if her and Caspian's travels came to that. Josephine didn't hold much hope for meeting other stars, but perhaps she would meet some being that could tell her more about her mother's people and their culture. She wondered if the fae would treat her less like a mortal and more like their own; perhaps they could tell that she wasn't fully human. Of course, after reading all about their culture, she wasn't so sure being treated as one of their own would be the best thing.

She was getting tired of her dark thoughts, so to break the silence she glanced and Caspian and spoke. "Let's play a game!"

He looked a little worried. "But you are driving."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't be so worried. Its a simple word game, I can keep both hands on the steering wheel. I promise."

He shifted in his seat and turned the volume on the radio down. "Okay, how do we play."

Josephine grinned. "Its called twenty questions. If it were my turn I'd say 'person, place, or thing' and you would choose one of the categories and I would think of either a person, a place or a thing, depending on what you said. Then you'd have twenty yes or no questions to guess what I'm thinking about."

"Seems easy enough, would you like to go first?"

She nodded. "Person, place, or thing?"

Caspian was silent for a moment as he thought. "Person."

It was Josephine's turn to be silent as she tried to think of a person that a) they both knew of and b) wouldn't be totally obvious. "Okay."

"Is it a man?"

"Yes."

"human?"

"Yes."

"Narnian?"

"Sort of?"

"You can't be sort of Narnian." Caspian chided.

"Of course you can. Especially if you're a human." Josephine contradicted.

"Do we both know of him?"

"Obviously."

"King Peter?"

"Nope."

"King Edmund?"

"No"

"Is he a king?"

"Yes."

"King Frank?"

"Which one?"

"Are you thinking of King Frank I?"

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Yup. Now its your turn." Josephine smiled as she spoke; this was her absolute favorite long car ride game.

"Person, place, or thing?" Caspian asked.

"Thing." Josephine chose quickly. Thing was her least favorite of the categories, but she figured it would be the one that they both had the most knowledge of.

"I have it."

Josephine thought hard for a moment, trying to get inside the mind of a twenty year old Narnian King. "Is is a weapon of sorts?"

She saw Caspian scowl out of the corner of her eye. "Yes." He said, in a slightly sullen voice.

"Is it a sword?"

"Yes."

"Is it my father's sword?"

"No."

"Is it your sword?"

"Not as such."

"Is it Drynwyn?"

"Yes, how did you figure that out so fast?" He ask, incredulously.

"I'm really good at putting myself in others' minds and figuring out what they might be thinking. Also I'm just epic at this game." She gave him a half apologetic half snarky smile.

The rest of the three hour car drive south continued in rather the same manner. Josephine made Caspian play the alphabet game, the game a questions—where they could only speak in questions—, and a nonalcoholic version of 'I never'. All the while Josephine drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other firmly held in Caspian's warm hand. Caspian turned out to be really good at the alphabet game; Josephine chalked it up to having to have sharp eye sight in order to lead armies and look battles and what have you. Josephine was obviously better at twenty questions and they were both equally skilled at speaking in only questions.

"So, how have you been?" She started.

"How have you been?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"Did you?"

"Weren't you listening?"

"Do I ever listen?"

"Don't you?"

"Shouldn't you be able to tell me?"

"Why should I know?"

"Why shouldn't you know?"

"Don't you know how much wood could a wood chuck, chuck if a would chuck could chuck wood?"

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Again, do I ever hear you?

"You damn well better! CRAP!" She stuck her tongue out at him in defeat while he attempted to get his laughter under control before she consciously drove his side of car off the road.

Surprisingly they arrived at the Milwaukee airport in one piece without so much as a scratch on the car. The check in went smoothly, though Josephine was nervous about the fake identifications, as this was their first test. Once she was buckled into her plane seat though, she relaxed, and settled back into her one of her head phones as Caspian shared the other.

The lay over at O'Hare in Chicago wasn't really all that long once they factored in the fact that getting from the gate they landed at and the gate where their next flight left form was on the other side of the building. It took them nearly an hour to get through the crowds and by that time they only had a half an hour to wait before the plane was boreded.

The flight to New York would last about four hours and seeing as neither her nor Caspian were tired—too much excitement and Coca-cola—Josephine pulled out the DVD player and announced that they would watch the 'extended version of The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring"

Caspian, for his part, looked rather intrigued. "What is that?"

"Its this massive epic story about people who go on a quest to save their world. Its super specially awesome." She grinned during her last sentence, trying to impart the shear coolness of the movies.

"Well I suppose. You said this flight would take four hours?" He questioned rhetorically. "How long is this movie?"

She smiled mischievously. "About four hours."

[~*~]

Caspian actually found himself enjoying this ridiculously long "Lord of the Rings" film a lot more than the other films Josephine had made him watch—perhaps it was all the killing. He and Josephine stayed up the whole flight watching the oddly creepy wide eyed 'hobbit', Frodo, run around in the wilderness with various males of different races. Caspian found himself absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Josephine's soft, white arms; drawing swirls and other shapes with his finger tip. She seemed to find it relaxing. Most of the other passengers on the plane were sleeping, or trying to sleep, so Caspian felt as if he and Jo were in their own little bubble. He was glad that she allowed him to court her; especially seeing as they now had to pretend to be newly married. Near the end of the film—and the flight—Josephine's head began to droop and she tentatively rested it on his broad shoulder. Caspian slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close.

Around thee thirty in the morning they arrived in the largest city Caspian had ever seen, called New York. It had massive towers of steal and twisted snarls of roads as far as the eye could see—though admittedly at three in the morning the eye couldn't see too far in the darkness.

"So, we have to wait till six before out next flight boards. Do you want to get something to eat?" His 'new wife' questioned tiredly.

"Sure, are there food venders here?" To answer his question, Josephine simply laughed and, grabbing his hand, lead him off in some direction, following signs that only she seemed to be able to discern.

After walking for nearly fifteen minutes, they suddenly rounded a corner and happened upon a massive, glittering plaza of glass and steal with shops lining all sides. There were clothing shops, book shops, restaurants, shops of nicknacks, posters, music, movies, a shop for only soap and perfume.

"There seems to be a market inside your airport." Josephine smiled at his amazement.

"Yeah, I guess the 'new thing' is to have a mall inside the airport so people have something to do while they wait for their next flight. Anyway, where do you want to eat?" She entwined her fingers with his.

Caspian surveyed the many food seller stalls. "How about, Rocky Rococo?"

She ordered him two slices of something called 'pepperoni pizza'--which turned out to be some sort of flat bread with melted cheese and thinly sliced sausages on top—, a massive bottle of the sickly sweet liquid that seemed to burn his throat, called 'coke', a small canister of 'bread sticks' and a chocolate chip cookie. For herself, Josephine ordered a small plate of noodles smothered in white sauce, bread sticks, another bottle of 'coke' and a cookie.

They sat down near a window while they ate; looking out at the bustling city below. Caspian enticed Josephine into a discussion about Narnia by asking her what she thought of the clothes from Lord of the Ring and how it was similar to that of Narnian fashion. This stemmed into a discussion about how in her world, people seemed to wear less clothing, to which he thought meant morals were more lax. She pointed out that, while that was true, it wasn't necessarily linked.

Eventually Josephine glanced at a clock. "We'd better get to the gate before we miss our flight. It's five thirty already." Her words set them off at a mad dash across the massive building complex, chocked with traffic at the early hour. They managed to arrive five minutes before boarding call.

Caspian decided that the British Air flight was much more comfortable,and more spacious that their previous flights. Though maybe that had something to do with the fact that Susan had booked them in the 'first class'. Regardless, Caspian settled into his comfortable chair, Josephine's head resting on his shoulder, and pressed the little silver button on her DVD player that was marked 'play'.

Quickly he pressed is lips to Josephine's forehead, then down to her lips for a soft, swift kiss, before leaning back to watch the broken Fellowship take on the second part of their various quests. Outside of his window, the sun was rising. Caspian was looking forward to arriving in England, they would be that much closer to finishing his quest, and that much closer to bringing Josephine home to Narnia.

So I got the idea of the 'question game' from the book Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead. Which is marvelously wonderful. Honestly, go watch a Hamlet movie then read that book. Also that thing about Juliet being love personified is in some Harold Bloom essay on the play--I read it once, I just can't remember the exact quotation. Well, I hope you liked Chapter 11, all the fluff, the history lesson (Yay Henry VIII. Even bigger YAY for Katherine of Aragon!!!), and all the Lord of the Rings! WOO! Review?