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The Art and Downside of Truths and Proposals.

Miraz smiled happily to himself as he stood outside of the camp. He looked into the blue narnian sky and smiled. God was on his side, he was so sure. The Telmarines had been waiting patiently for an attack or a note of surrender. The Narnians were as good as dead now. As if they could defy an army of this size. He inhaled deeply; he could not help but feel a sense of pride and a neat rush of adrenaline pulsate around his body. As he looked into the distance, he saw four figures coming closer towards the camp.

"Finally," Glozelle said. "You think they intend to surrender?""No," Miraz replied. "They are much too noble for that." Miraz hissed. He turned to Glozelle. "Send them in to me when they arrive. I would hate to pass up the opportunity to see them squirm." He sneered and headed into his tent, awaiting the three noble narnians appearance.

Glenstorm lead the way, while Edmund and Eilonwy walked behind him with Wimbleweed, the giant, to the left of them. Eilonwy was very quiet and Edmund could not help but notice that. "Eilonwy, are youn okay?" "Oh course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" She lied. Oh course she was lying. She was terrified; but not for herself. She was anxious about whether her father would accept or decline the offer. She was scared about the outcome because she feared for Peter's life. If Miraz accepted, where would that leave her and Peter? Was there even a her and Peter?

"You go back y'know, if you feel this may be too hard for you." Edmund replied kindly. "I'll understand.""Ed, I am finem lets just get there and get back." Eilonwy had no doubt in his mind that Eilonwy was avoiding the truth – but know was not the time to get it out of her. He needed to keep his mind clear and his nerves straight if he was ever going to get this proposal laid down on the table.

In the distance, Glenstorm saw the Telmarines campsite – it was huge. They had underestimated the numbers; there were easily over a 10,000 soldiers here. "Your majesties, we need to make our plan of action clear. Edmund you will go into the camp and deliver the proposal to Miraz whilst myself and Wimbleweed stay guard outside. Eilonwy, would you go in with Edmund and be his second?"

"Oh course. I want to see the looks on their faces when Ed delivers the proposal." Eilonwy stated. As they got closer to the camp, Eilonwy inhaled a number of deep breaths knowing that inside one of those camp tents, she was just moments away from coming face to face with her father. And that was something she had juxtaposed ideas about.

I, Peter

By the gift of Aslan, by election, by prescription and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Emperor of The Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel and the Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, in order to prevent the effusion of blood, does hereby challenge Miraz, Son of Caspian The Eight, in a clear wager of single combat upon the field of battle.

In the aid of reason being that knowingly your Lordship is charged twice guilty of treachery both in withholding the dominion of Narnia from the rightful heir, Caspian The Tenth and secondly with the most abominable, bloody and unseeingly unnatural murder of your kindly Lord and brother, King Caspian The Ninth.

Given our lodgings at Aslan's How this XII day of this month. The fight shall be to the death. The prize upon the winning side shall be total surrender.

Signed Peter,

High King Of Narnia.

Eilonwy watched as Edmund rolled the parchment up neatly into a scroll once more before handing it over to her. She held it tightly in her hand, and her eyes glared through her helmet at her menacing father whom of which was sat behind his table, an arrogant smirk across his face. She didn't even recognize him anymore.

"Tell me Prince Edmund—" he began.

"King." Edmund interrupted.

"Pardon me?" Miraz looked slightly surpised that Edmund had corrected him.

"It's King Edmund actually. Just King though. Peter's the High King." Miraz just continued to stare at the young king. "I know, it's confusing."

"Why would you risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?" Miraz sneered.

"Ed rolled his eyes, smirking at the same time. "Haven't you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, a week ago, Narnians were extinct."

"Or so you would have me believe."

"Well then you should have little to fear." Ed replied. His wit was far too quick for even the smartest of Telmarine minds.

Miraz scoffed. "Ha! This is not a question of bravery."

"So you are bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?" Ed cocked his head to the side, trying to patronize Miraz. It was working.

"I didn't say I refused." Miraz spoke through gritted teeth.

"You'll have our support your majesty. Whatever your decision." One of the Telmarine soldiers spoke up.

Lord Sopespian cut in. "Miraz knows that. However, our armies are strong so why waste time such affairs. Single combat is something that could be so easily avoided—"

"I am not avoiding anything." Miraz slammed his hands on the table hissing through his teeth.

"I was just saying Our King is well within his right to refuse." Sopespian backed away from Miraz.

Miraz drew his sword and turned to face Edmund. "You—"He leered at Edmund, his sword pointing at the young King. "You had better hope your brother's sword is sharper than his pen."Eilonwy watched Edmund smiled his crooked smile. Eilonwy was definitely not smiling. Peter was going to be fighting her father. How could she even think about being nodded for Eilonwy and Edmund to me excused. Just as they were departing the tent, Miraz spoke once more."And King Edmund,"Miraz paused waiting for Edmund to turn around. "Please send my regards to my daughter. Armour suits her well."

Eilonwy was glad that she had gotten out before Edmund because she would have swung for her father if she had stayed in there.

This was it now. This was the final decision.

She just hoped that Peter would not live to regret this decision. Either way, in less than twenty four hours time, Peter Pevensie would be challenging Miraz, and Eilonwy would have to sit there and bear witness to it all. Either way, Eilonwy's heart would be torn into two, and that was the part that she was not looking forward to.