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"Susan, if you aren't comfortable with this, you have to let us know at once. You don't have to go through with this." Laura repeated for what must have been the millionth time.

"We can find another way." Donya said.

I rolled my eyes at them, though I was nearly shaking in fear. "You two worry too much." I teased, trying to keep my voice light-hearted. "You're going to get frown lines prematurely."

Laura huffed. "It's not our fault we feel bad for more or less making you risk your life."

"I am not risking my life!" I protested. "And you know it, too. This is perfectly safe."

She had no reply to this – my words were true.

"Well then, if you're sure…" Donya said uncertainly. "Let's go through the plan one more time."

I nodded.

Caspian's POV

When I came to, I ached all over. My mouth had a revolting, bitter taste in it, like I'd thrown up. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was a dark brown. If I could have spoken through my gag, I could have cursed. Someone had blindfolded me. I realized, from trying to move my limbs, that they had all been bound. What on earth was going on? I was also laying on something hard; it seemed like wood. I could hear the creaking of wooden wheels, and the crack of a whip. The rhythmic sound of hooves filled the air.

"He's awake." A low, gravelly voice said somewhere to my left.

"Drug him." Sounded a nearby reply. "We won't be there for at least half a day."

We wouldn't be where? Where were they taking me?

My gag was ripped off so fast that I didn't have a chance to protest, and a disgusting liquid was forced down my throat. Once again, everything went dark.

I awoke tied to a tree. My blindfold had been removed, but my legs were still tied and my gag was still in place. I was on my knees, and my hands were attached behind my back to a rope tied around the trunk. I surveyed my surroundings with weary eyes. I seemed to be in the clearing of a forest. I couldn't see men in any of the trees, but that didn't mean they weren't there. A line worn through the grass to my left signified that people traveled through this area, though rarely. I couldn't detect any presence other than my own; the surrounding forest remained quiet, and the only breathing I could hear was mine. My head drooped in tiredness and I let my chin rest, however uncomfortably, against my chest. Had they brought me here to die?

Susan's POV

Maverick and I galloped through the forest at breakneck speed, but the danger didn't even register in my mind. I ducked out of the way of overhanging branches, but low ones clawed at me, tearing holes in my dress and scratching across my face and arms. My hair came loose from its bun and cascaded over my shoulders. Ugh.

So farm everything was going according to plan. I had left the Aratin camp about twenty minutes ago, and as far as I knew, no one had spotted me yet. The camp was situated on the outskirts of the prairies of Narnia, so if I was going to be spotted, chances are it would have been then. It had been a short ride to the entrance of the forest, and I'd had no trouble finding the ancient path that Laura and Donya had spoken of. The path cut through the direct middle of the forest, and as they'd suspected, it seemed as though no one had used it in quite some time. After I was clear of the forest, I was to approach the river that was three miles east of it. Once I was near it, the Telmarine army would be able to see me from their position six miles away. Because of the depth and danger of the tempest river and their distance from me, they would neither be able to approach me nor shoot at me. I was, more or less, bait. Upon spotting me, the Telmarines would no doubt be distracted and do their best to catch me. It was then that the Aratins would strike. Their numbers were even with those of the Telmarines, and the element of surprise would give them an enormous advantage over them.

Maverick leapt over a fallen tree that I hadn't seen coming, and I was thrown backwards from his sudden movement. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Now, of all times, I needed to pay attention. We whipped around a bend, and the sight that greeted me took the breath out of me. My heart picked up speed and thumped erratically in my chest. I pulled Maverick up short. It was him.

Caspian looked awful. No, that was an understatement. There really wasn't a word to describe the atrocious predicament that he was in. Caspian looked as though he hadn't eaten in days, and the bags under his eyes were black and huge. His face was streaked with dirt, and his hair was grimy. He was gagged with a foul-looking rag, and his legs and hands were bound. Caspian was on his knees – obviously by force – and his hands were tied behind his back to a tree. I felt sick.

Caspian pleaded with me with his eyes. I was off my horse and by his side in an instant.

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