The next morning, after breakfast and sword training, I went back to the tent to take a quick nap, because Peter and I had stayed out late the night before. Before I lay down, I made sure that Susan and Lucy were just going to be walking around the camp together. Peter said he would be around somewhere, and I made him promise that he wouldn't wander too far off.

"I'll just shut my eyes for a little while." I told myself, setting my internal alarm clock to wake me in twenty minutes.

What I assumed to be about twenty to twenty-five minutes later, I woke and sat up slowly.

"That was good." I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I stood.

After straightening my dress and fixing my hair, I grabbed my bow and quiver and walked out of the tent into the bright sunlight. Looking up on a hill at the edge of the camp, I saw Peter standing and talking with Aslan. I glanced around the camp, trying to spot Susan and Lucy. When I didn't see either of them, I decided to go find them. As I took a step towards the center of camp, I suddenly heard a horn sounding.

"Susan." I whispered, just as I saw Peter turn and run towards the sound. Without a moment's hesitation, I took off after him.

As I climbed the hill, I saw Aslan turn to say something to Oreius, who had appeared beside Him. The centaur nodded and galloped back into camp.

"Aslan!" I called out, breathing heavily as I reached the top of the hill.

"Come on, Sam." He called out, before leaping in the same direction Peter had run. Aslan's words gave me a slight spur of strength, and I continued running.

A few minutes later, I neared the creek. In the matter of a second, I took in the scene in front of me. Susan and Lucy were perched in a tree. Below, Peter pointed his sword at a wolf; it appeared to be Maugrim, as the animal circled him. Aslan had pinned the other wolf down with one of His huge paws.

As I reached the scene, I heard the sound of Oreius and some of his troops approach quickly behind me. At the same time, the whole group of us drew our weapons. I took a step towards Peter, as did Oreius.

"No! Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle." Aslan ordered. Peter looked over, and for a slit second he met my eyes, before looking back towards Maugrim.

"You may think you're a king, but you're going to die…like a dog!" The wolf snarled as it leapt at Peter.

"Look out!" Susan cried as Peter and Maugrim fell to the ground.

"Peter!" Susan and Lucy jumped from the tree, and I gasped as I ran forward.

Together, the three of us pushed the limp wolf off of Peter. When the boy sat up, looking dazed, Susan, Lucy, and I all smiled with relief. Susan and Lucy hugged their brother tightly, and he returned the affection.

"Peter." I gave a big sigh of relief as Peter reached for me and included me in the hug.

Behind us, Aslan released the other wolf he had been trapping.

"After him. He will lead you to Edmund." Aslan told the few army creatures who had arrived with me.

"Peter." Aslan's voice made us all pull away from each other, and face Him.

"Clean your sword." He continued.

Peter stood shakily to his feet, and then crouched to wipe the crimson blood off his blade in the grass.

"Come." Aslan motioned with his head for Peter to walk towards Him.

"Now kneel." Aslan said as Peter reached the Lion. Peter knelt, sticking his sword in the ground in front of him. Aslan placed his right paw on Peter's shoulder.

"Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia." Aslan announced. Peter rose, turning to grin at Susan, Lucy, and I. When Peter glanced back at Aslan, He smiled and nodded. As Peter slid his sword back into his sheath, I could practically feel the pride radiating off of both he and Aslan.