"We should sleep for a little while," said Koru, nodding at the boat shack nearby, where they had slept at the beginning of their journey. "I don't expect trudging all the way up to Cair Paravel at this time of night would be much fun."

"Alright," Lucy said. She arranged her cloak into a pillow shape and huddled next to the wooden planks, staring at the full moon and stars. "I can't wait to see Susan and Edmund and Peter." Koru stayed quiet, not wanting to point out that Peter might not be there. "You do think they'll be home, don't you Koru?"

"No, they won't all," said Koru matter-of-factly.

Growing annoyed, Lucy said, "How can you be so sure?"

"Never mind, go to sleep." Koru placed her wing over Lucy's head so that the little girl wouldn't ask any more questions. In the distance, Koru noticed what Lucy had not - Runo was growing closer, with a large party in tow, or on board rather. Koru saw that Lucy had managed to fall into a light sleep and waddled to meet the unusual group.

Runo landed evenly on the long deck, surprising considering the load he carried. Walter slid off first while Peter tried to wake up Edmund, who had fallen asleep on Peter's shoulder. Edmund successfully failed at getting Rufus off of his lap without dropping the dog, and managed to botch it up further by stepping on his tail. Meanwhile, Iggy flew close behind and landed on Peter's head, who had shooed him off with a gentle swat on the behind and a hushed, "None of that."

It was Edmund who first noticed Lucy sleeping next to the fishing shack, yet it was Peter who suggested a funny wake up call. Walter stood awkwardly nearby, unsure of what to do, while Koru and Runo warned the brothers to make it quick, because Fylder was probably bringing his mischief upon Susan this very moment (and they were very much right). Lucy was awake soon, although she wasn't too thrilled about finding two pairs of eyes inches from her face, and she scolded Peter and Edmund, but embraced them with a few sobs.

"Ouch," cried Edmund, "What is that?" He clawed at his tunic after feeling a sharp pain on his hip. "Oh, that explains..." Edmund pulled a bare dagger from his belt, surprised he hadn't felt it before.

"Well," Peter remarked, "You might've mentioned that a bit sooner, perhaps when you used your sword to cut my binds and gave me this." He tapped his chin where a little scab was growing in.

"It's nothing, grow up," said Edmund. Peter smirked. "What?" Peter shook his head and refused to speak. "Tell me!"

"I'd just like to remind you that..." Peter made a smooching noise. Edmund hit Peter. Hard. "Hey! Injure the one who's been in a box for the past several hours, why don't you?" Edmund opened his mouth to speak, but thought better at the last moment and shut his mouth.

Lucy turned to Runo, "What's going on with them?"

"Couldn't tell you," he whispered back. Then, to them all, "We should probably head up to the castle, and put an end to this nonsense." The others nodded agreement and headed out.

"You!" called Fylder, waking Susan up with a start. "Bring me to Traitor Boy's room."

Susan blinked to clear her eyes but didn't need to see the man to know who it was. She was perplexed as to why he might want to go in Edmund's room, but quickly remembered what the robin had said yesterday and Edmund's letter. "I refuse."

"I just want to see some things, though, my queen," said Fylder in what Susan would've called a slimeball voice (back in England, that is).

"No, you want to see Edmund's files."

"Why would I want to look at silly paperwork?"

"Because," countered Susan, "Because..." She couldn't think of a response, but it suddenly came to her - Edmund knew this would happen. It all was clear now - the letter, the beavers, Aslan's message. "Do you need me to spell it out for you?"

"Spell what out?"

"Obviously you do. So, I'm going to tell you exactly what's happened."

"Storytime!" Fylder exclaimed with sarcasm, clapping his hands in fake enthusiasm. "Tell me, please, go ahead."

And if Edmund doesn't get his sorry self out here soon, this git will marry me. Yuk, thought Susan. She went between loving every last inch of Edmund, to wanting to tear his scrawny body to bits. Today, it was the latter. I seriously can't believe that Edmund hadn't told me, told us! Susan cleared her throat, preparing to speak.

"Well," she began, "I don't know how you knew, but I know that somehow, you were aware of the contents of the Beavers' letter. Or maybe you didn't know what you'd find, but figured it may be important. So, you confiscated it. And you were right. Though, I assume you had quite some trouble reading Edmund's script, though he can't be blamed because back in Spare Oom he hadn't learned-"

"I don't care about the boy's writing habits!"

"Right, right, sorry. So, you read his letter, in which he explained Aslan's message. I suppose Edmund was smarter than the bit of us, because he knew what Aslan wanted - any classified information needed to be moved to safer locale, and nobody would ever suspect the little beaversdam. Edmund wrote to the beavers, asking them to collect the files from their hidden place in his room. The letter wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone except them - in fact, he probably intended for the beavers to burn the letter - but they didn't. They brought it along to show me. And you saw it, and here we are."

"Impressive," said Fylder, "But I'm afraid storytime is over." He uncuffed Susan from her throne, and much to her shock, he allowed her to shake out the kinks that had grown from sitting too long, though afterwards he grabbed her wrists and took a knife to her side. "You will tell me where his room is, won't you?"

Susan gulped. "Sure." Only, instead of leading him to Edmund's room, she led him to Peter's room, hoping to delay Fylder until Edmund returned - and if all went right, it would be with Peter.

"I'm not stupid," said Fylder, "I know this is Peter's room, because how else would I have found this ring? Now, shall we be off to the correct room?" Sighing, Susan turned and silently willed her siblings to hurry up. Much to Susan's relief and Fylder's annoyance, Edmund had enough sense to lock his door (for once - Edmund always complained about frequent visitors, yet he never thought that simply locking the door would change that). Unfortunately, Fylder apparently could pick locks, and in a matter of moments, he had gone into the room and began to rummage around. Susan shook her head in disbelief. Who knew a day would come when she could be grateful - truly, honest-to-Aslan grateful - that Edmund was, well, to put it bluntly, a slob, with dirty clothes scattered around and crumpled parchment lying everywhere.

Fylder had the idiotic notion to uncrumple these pieces, thinking they might be what he was looking for - but we all know that Edmund isn't that careless, even with his messy track record. Susan was left tied to Edmund's desk chair with a simple rope (now, why exactly do you have a rope, Edmund?) and the idea that with the absurdly long unused portion she could tie up Fylder (seriously, though, Ed, were you rappelling out of your window or something?) Fylder made a sound of excitement leading Susan to believe he'd found the files, so she wandered to the window to keep watch for her siblings.

But, her siblings wouldn't be out there, because Lucy had gone to search for the beavers after she'd healed and gotten the story out of Tumnus, while Peter went to retrieve Rhindon (not knowing that he wouldn't find it where Edmund had claimed to leave it), and Edmund headed to his own room, where he knew Fylder would be. Runo and Koru suggested that Walter and Rufus come for a short flight to scour the castle for other guards, so Walter lifted Rufus onto Runo and settled onto Koru's back.

Edmund set out at a stealthy run to his chambers, and as he grew closer, began slipping in whatever shadows were nearby, because he could hear Fylder's not-so-quiet rummaging around. When he peeked into the doorway, he saw Susan occupied staring out the window and tied to a chair (drat, she'll ask about the rope now!) and Fylder pulling the large box of files from the tile in the floor. Edmund held the dagger which had killed Sihet (what comes around goes around, Fylder) and waited until Fylder had pulled a folder from the box.

Fylder opened the file and gave a faint, "Excellent." Edmund walked without caring if his footsteps made noise - Susan was still occupied, and Fylder was doing quite a sloppy job at checking for any visitors. As Edmund stood over Fylder, glad that the sun was only rising now and there were no shadows, Fylder started to read the sheet, murmuring to himself. Edmund let his dagger-occupied hand creep towards Fylder's neck.

"Find anything interesting?" asked Edmund, and before Fylder could comprehend, Edmund reached down and placed the man in a tight headlock, making sure to still allow Fylder to breathe - because, in all seriousness, what's the fun in killing someone in an anticlimactic way? So, Edmund allowed Fylder to kneel gasping for a few moments, and like clockwork, Susan had finally noticed what had happened, Peter came dashing in and asking where his sword was, and Lucy appeared with Tumnus and the beavers. It was quite an odd gathering to see - Lucy, Peter, Tumnus, and the beavers crowded at the door, Susan tied to the chair, and Fylder helpless in Edmund's grasp.

Edmund made sure one arm was clasped tightly around Fylder's neck before placing his daggered hand on his hip (with great care not to cut himself) and turning towards his siblings to say, "How should we do this? We could slit his throat, or watch him die painfully like this, maybe even hang him, but then again, stabbing is good as-"

"EDMUND!" came the unified cry of disbelief.

"What?" yelped Edmund, then with a shrug, "I was just suggesting! Oooh, the different methods. It comes with being a spy." Going back to his original thoughts, Edmund glanced down at Fylder. "I think that I'd like to use the dagger and slit his throat, because he killed Sihet with it, sooo..." This earned Edmund a very stern glare from Peter.

"Ed," he began.

"You want to do it?"

"No, I'm just saying, maybe you should be a tad, I don't know, nicer?"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "He stuffed you in a box, roped Susan to my chair-"

"Really, Edmund, why do you have this?" asked Susan, though she went unheard.

"-knocked out Tumnus, imprisoned the beavers, and Lucy... he didn't do anything to you?"

"Fortunately," said Lucy.

"So why shouldn't we kill him?"

Peter cocked an eyebrow. "Because do you really want bloodstains on your floor?"

"True," said Edmund. He once again looked down to Fylder, who had began to blow spit bubbles from choking. Edmund noticed the lack of armor on Fylder, and that he had a simple cotton shirt on. "Er, guys, could you clear the doorway? It's kind of small, and I don't think both Fylder and I could fit through, so, uh..." Edmund waved his hand, signaling to clear out, but what his siblings and friends didn't notice was the gleam in his eye and how he had adjusted his grip on the dagger to hold the flat of it instead of the handle. "Fylder, wouldn't you like to clean that drool off your face?"

Before the others could see what was happening, Edmund had let go of Fylder, who stood and took off at a clumsy run towards the door, covering Edmund from view. Then, with a sickening jolt, Fylder collapsed to the floor to reveal a grinning Edmund. Peter was the first to realize that Edmund had let Fylder go only to throw the dagger into his back.

For the second time that morning, they yelled in unison, "EDMUND!"

"What is with you all?" asked Edmund. He glanced at Fylder's body which was scarcely breathing (it stopped seconds after), and said, "Sorry, I've been trying really hard with throwing daggers but it's not working out for me that-"

"You and I are going to have a serious chat later," Peter stated as he retrieved his ring and Rhindon, then freed Susan from her bounds.

"As will we." Susan stared pointedly at the severed rope. The older two cleared out of the hall, leaving Lucy, Tumnus, and the beavers with Edmund.

Edmund shot Lucy a questioning gaze. "I recon you have something to say, too?"

"If you want, I'll help you with your throwing later," she said, turning to leave. Lucy whipped back around. "And you've sure got it coming to you!" Tumnus had nothing to add, so he left with Lucy.

"We told Susan about your letter," said Mrs. Beaver. "She said you hadn't said anything about visiting us."

"I didn't think they were ready. I feel as if they still see me as a child, oblivious to the world and not capable of anything."

Mrs. Beaver said, "Oh, sweetie, I don't think Peter sees you like that!"

At the same moment, Mr. Beaver said, "That ought to change soon." He nodded at the dead Fylder, rope, and classified files. "If I'm allowed to ask, what are those files, that they're so important?"

Edmund glanced at them, knowing they wouldn't be so secret soon, because Peter and Susan would want to know as well, so he said, "Past missions. Names of undercover agents. Security plans. Military details. Upcoming missions."

"I see why you don't want Fylder to see these, but why not Peter?" asked Mr. Beaver.

"Because some of those are my missions."

"Well, I wouldn't doubt Peter seeing you as a child anymore, seeing those. He'll probably be grateful for what you've done. So why are you hesitant to show them?"

Edmund gave a sly smile but replied sourly, "Would you feel safe to sleep near someone whose killed a man with a some bread and broken lock?"

"How did you-?" Mrs. Beaver shook her head. "Never mind, let's go to breakfast."

A/N: Hokay. So, new chapter, only one day after the last! SQUEEE. So, things are wrapping up, and Edmund's a tad cooky (but, in seriousness, aren't all secret agents?) And to set things straight: No, I don't know how to kill someone with bread and a broken lock. It's a rendition of the original, which is using a magazine and a paper clip, but I don't think Narnia has either. So we modified it. But I don't know how to do either, don't worry. Alright, I'll shut up now, so, review, tell me what you think, and I hope everyone is as anxious to read Peter and Susan's speeches as I am to write them. Toodles! (Oh, and please correct any mistakes I've made because inbetween sentences my mum was yelling at me to get offline!)