Oh my gosh, I just got the best laugh out of a review! I AM JANUS, I know right? What's wrong with that boy? How can he take advantage of Caspian's hospitality like that? Don't worry, all will become clear soon. Actually, in the chapter after this one. Only 12 left! Gasp! Enjoy chapter 38!

EDMUND'S POV

I had a bad feeling about Emmett recently. Just very recently, for that matter. Actually, it started after he came back from his visit to Archenland. Normally, he was talkative and excitable by the slightest mention of…well, of anything having to do with Narnia, really. But ever since coming back from that visit, he was solemn and silent, and slightly suspicious.

Maybe I was just overreacting because he was an Archenland captain. Or maybe he was becoming ill. Or maybe he was just being suspicious in my book. What was wrong with that? Okay, maybe everything. But damn it all if I didn't listen to my suspicions and look into it. I mean, if my suspicions were correct and there was something wrong, my family and loved ones could get hurt.

One day when Emmett asked Caspian if he could talk to him, I asked if I could join. The captain looked wary when my brother-in-law agreed. The wary look didn't leave his face even when we were alone in Caspian's study. If anything, it intensified.

"What exactly is going on?" I asked.

"King Nain heard that Calormen was getting…restless."

"Nain? But we can't exactly trust that source. And I thought Calormen was perfectly comfortable with the peace so long as they got what they wanted when they wanted it. I haven't heard any complaints."

"Edmund, think about it. This sounds exactly like something Calormen would do. And while you're right about the source being…iffy, I don't want to take any chances. What if they attacked and we were caught unaware? There are people too precious for me to lose." I knew exactly who he spoke of when he said that. And I was worried about attack, but not by the Calormenes. I had the sneaking suspicion that Nain made the story up to attack Narnia himself.

"I know, and you're not the only one worried about Lucy. I'm worried about my entire family." I grinned and added, "Even if there was a sneak attack, have you ever seen Lucy handle a blade? It's fairly impressive. And she's got a deadly aim with that dagger of hers." Caspian chuckled, and I shot a glance over at Emmett—who'd been silent this entire time—and noticed even he was smiling.

"So what exactly do you need to know, Emmett?" I asked.

"Well, as a continuation of our last conversation," Emmett said, nodding at Caspian, "King Nain is willing to add some of his troops to yours."

"More troops? But Narnia already has 2,000 of your men, and even more Narnians. Do we really need more troops?" I looked over at Emmett and noticed his face was even more solemn than before. Did he know how many men Caspian had? Did he know just how large Narnia's army was? Something told me yes to the first question, but no to the second.

A thought hit me, and I excused myself, saying I'd promised to meet Liliandil that afternoon. I decided I would meet with her, and knocked on her door. She answered and looked at me with wide, surprised eyes.

"Edmund? Is something wrong?"

"I need to talk to you," I said.

"Sure, come on in," she agreed, moving aside so I could make my way into the room. I paced back and forth as she sat on the bed and watched me. Several silent minutes passed that way until she finally spoke up.

"Edmund, what's going on?" She stood up from the bed and stood in my path, putting a hand on my shoulder when I paused. "Please, tell me," she pleaded, meeting my brown eyes with her sparkling blue ones.

"I-I'm not quite sure," I admitted. "It's just a hunch."

"What is?"

"You have to promise not to breathe a word of this to anyone else. Not until I figure out what's going on."

"Of course," she answered, eyes still pleading. "Please, Edmund. You're starting to scare me." I pulled her over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

"You know Emmett, right? The Archenland captain?"

"The man that's always with Susan?"

"That's the one."

"Yes, I know him. Why?"

"…I think—I'm not sure—that he might be spying for the king of Archenland." Confusion flitted in her eyes.

"W-why would he do that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to one side in confusion and curiosity. She was so beautiful like that, I almost forgot her question.

"I think Nain might want to attack Narnia. He's always wanted the kingdom. Honestly, he's the most horrible king I've ever encountered. I can't believe the people have let him rule this long. That his sons have let him rule this long!" She let me go on my little rant before leaning forward and kissing me lightly. Surprise took over me before I realized just what was happening and I found myself kissing her back. When she pulled away, I couldn't help but stare at her.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I wanted to see how you'd react," she admitted, giggling. "And I've wanted you to kiss me for a while now."

"Liliandil…this is serious. What if he really is a spy?"

"Don't worry so much about it. Just watch him a little more, and if things get more suspicious, you can voice your theory to Caspian. For now, just calm down, okay? You're too tense. You'll be stressed if you think about it too much." I sighed and nodded. She was right. I was too tense, and maybe I was overreacting again. Though I was fairly certain about Emmett being a spy, I didn't have good, hard evidence.

"You're right," I admitted, sighing and releasing my tension. I smiled at her. "Thank you, Liliandil."

"Of c—" I cut her off with a soft kiss.

Awww! I dunno about you guys, but I think their first kiss is adorable! And has anybody else noticed that it was the youngest sibling that got married first, not the oldest? O.o I was thinking about that the other day. It's kind of bizarre that I did that. I'm not regretting it, not at all! I dragged out the wedding much too long, so I think it came the way it was supposed to. It was just a bit…strange. Anyway, that little review button is being annoyingly irresistible again, I know it! Clicky clicky! Thanks!