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Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 14 - The Hole in The Wall

The darkness was suffocating, Lucy fancied she could hardly breathe, and as she ran, she strained to fill her lungs. The menacing thump of boots behind them never ceased, never ended. Worse, the King soon began to laugh in a low voice, as if he had just heard a funny joke, and he continued laughing. And it went on like this, the children running, him always following, laughing, in a seemingly endless cycle.

"Here!" Corin whispered, pulling the girl to a stop. He had found a small hole in the passage, leading into another chamber of the cave. "Come on." Lucy followed him, but tripped clumsily on the ragged edge of the entrance. For a moment the world seemed to freeze. There was Corin's face, white, with large, frightened eyes. The thumping seemed to have quieted, as if everyone was listening. The only sound was her gulps of air that were hardly there. Suddenly, Corin pulled her through, the thumping began again, and the children found themselves in a large, cathedral like room. Corin led her to some boulders, and she moved behind them, sliding down, trying to breathe.

Bindarine. All she could think of was the ambassador. He had a white beard, and pale blue eyes, like ice, and yet.. they held a certain warmth. He used to smile kindly at her when he visited, and he often told funny stories. He smelled of peppermint. He reminded her of someone. Someone she had known long ago, but somehow could not recall.

The thudding stopped, there was the sound of heavy breathing, but it was not Lucy.

"Children, come out now and your passing will be swift," the king said, his voice like a deceiving snake. Corin placed a finger over his lips, the queen ignored the villain, unable to stop thinking of her old friend. "Where are you!" Trevelle yelled, crashing his sword against the wall. Corin began to fidget, the thought of being stuck in this room with a madman was unsettling to him. He motioned to Lucy.

"Snap out of it," he whispered, though it echoed off the walls anyway. Lucy finally paid attention, and followed after Corin as he crept behind some other boulders, attempting to get to the far wall, and see if there were another opening.

"I heard you!" the king shouted, his feet loud on the floor as he approached the boulders they had been hiding behind. He raised his sword and with force whacked it down into the area. Fortunately for the children, the room was quite dark, and this presented a problem for Trevelle's sight. When the two eventually got to the end of the large room with the sword wielding Trevelle following in their footsteps, they realized with sinking hearts that there was no way out except for the one they had entered was of course the one who had caused them to enter the room in the first place, and though he regretted this decision, he would never admit it. To escape from the room, the children would have to go out into the open, and face the swinging sword. But as Corin didn't see any other way, he tried to explain with hand motions what they must do.

When Lucy nodded, he ran towards the entrance, the girl on his heels. Soon the terrifying sound of boots was following them, and though Lucy expected to feel a sword piercing her back, a rough hand was placed on her shoulder instead. She was dragged back, away from the hole to the tunnel, and thrown backwards as the king reached for Corin. The prince was fast, but not fast enough as he attempted to scramble through the opening, and soon he was lying on his back next to Lucy. The king struck a match and used it to light a candle that lay among a pile of them-something Lucy and Corin had not been able to see when they entered the room.

"Why didn't you kill us?" Corin blurted out rebelliously, ruining the horrible silence. Trevelle smiled, sadistically.

"I said your passing would be swift if you came out right away. You did not. Therefore, you will feel much pain. You will feel my wrath, and the wrath of all Telmar."

"Oh, that's all," Corin said with a gulp. Suddenly, the thudding sound of feet was happening again, but this time a feeling of hope rose in Lucy. The king turned in surprise for a moment, and in that moment, the prince and queen hurriedly took shelter once more behind the boulder, and soon there were shouts in the cave. Risking a peek out, Lucy saw Edmund and Trevelle's swords clash. And even as they fought, more footsteps approached, and soon Peter and several other Narnian's had arrived.

"The battle's over. Surrender Trevelle."

"Never," the man seethed. Lucy closed her eyes. She had seen enough death today.

"Lu? Lu. It's okay. He's dead." Lucy looked up into Peter's blue eyes, and as he held his arms out to her she fell into them, feeling like a young girl again, silent tears flowing down her face. "Shh, it's okay, Lu. We'd better head back, Su is worried sick."

"Peter?"

"Yes, Lu?"

"What about Bindarine?" Peter shook his head silently.

"I'm sorry Lu." The girl sobbed again, but suddenly, she had a peculiar feeling wash over her, like Aslan breathing in her face, and then it wasn't so hard anymore. She stood, remembering that she was the valiant queen, not a small child, and she knew she must be strong.

"Come Corin," she said, walking alongside Peter, out through the hole, and into the hallway. She averted her eyes from the covered body of Bindarine, and walked out of the cave.

"Jala, take the queen to a horse," Peter said softly to a nearby leopard. With a purr Jala nuzzled Lucy's hand, and led her off. The young king then turned to face the captured Telmarine's in front of him.

"As much as I'd like to make you all pay for what has happened, my just brother has reminded me that you may not all have the same views as your king. Therefore, we command you to leave our borders, and return to your own lands. Our troops will stay and make sure these orders are followed. Now leave my country." With a tired sigh Peter followed Edmund to their horses, where Lucy and Corin were already sitting in the saddles.

"Let's go home," Edmund said. And they did.