#46- Battle
"We had a bard from Archenland singing your praises before you even left Anvard," Lucy laughed, taking one of each of her brother's hands to lead them to the balcony. "It was a lovely ballad, full of danger and bravery and-"
"Damsels," Susan added. "Much was said about the damsels."
Edmund frowned. "I can't recall any damsels. Peter?"
"Nary a one, unless you're counting Lune's aunt." Peter grinned. "What else did he say?"
"Oh, you know. Strength. Faith. The usual." Susan shrugged. "Not much about the battle itself."
"No," Edmund said solemnly, "I don't suppose they would sing about that."
