In the middle of the night, Edmund felt a presence that woke him up. He got out of his bed, walked out of the tent, and discovered Aslan was waiting for him. The lion turned away from him, and went deeper into the forest. The young king followed him. They were moving at a quiet pace, so that Edmund could find his way back. The lion took him to a pond, and he saw the sword in the bottom of it. Then, Edmund woke up in his tent. He understood the lion had sent him a dream, like he had done with Lucy when they went to Narnia for the second time. He knew what to do. Without a second thought, he walked out of the tent, took a piece of wood in the fire to get a torch, and then followed the path he had taken in his dream. When he reached the pond, the sun was starting to rise. He found the sword, trapped under the ice. He took his clothes of, broke the layer of ice with his feet, and got in the water. The pond was deeper than he had thought. Therefore, he dived down entirely, holding with a hand the edge of the hole, in order not to lose his only way out. After several unsuccessful attempts, he managed to graze the sword's handle. He tensed himself a little more, and with a last effort, managed to close his hands around the handle. He quickly got out, put his clothes back, and went back to the camp. There, he found a hysterical Hermione, which Ron and Lee were trying to calm down.
"Where the hell have you been?!" She shouted when she saw him.
"Aslan showed me the way." he replied, showing the sword.
She stayed mute for a moment, and then:
"You're as stupid as Harry. He followed a doe, because he was convinced it was his mother's Patronus."
"Was it?"
"His mother is dead, Edmund. Dead people can't do magic."
Ron decided to come to the rescue.
"That's Gryffindor's sword!" He said. "Harry killed the basilisk with it."
"It looks a bit like Peter's..."
"Well that makes sense. Aslan told me Godric Gryffindor was a narnian knight before he came to my world." Hermione said.
"Really?" Lee asked. "I thought it was forged by goblins."
"Yeah, that's what they say. Because anything a goblin forges belongs to them eventually. They know how powerful the sword is. And they claimed they forged it after Godric's death."
"So goblins are cultivated, here?" Edmund asked. "In Narnia they're more like...brainless brutes."
"Here they are bankers, Hermione explained. They would be like narnian dwarves. Attracted by silver and gold, talented crafters, but very self-centred."
"I see. Shall we destroy these things, now? He asked, talking about the horcruxes."
"Yes. You're right. Let's start with the medallion. According to what you told me, Ron, we have to open it, and then hit it right in the middle."
"How do we open it?" Edmund asked.
"Harry asked it to open in Parseltongue. The snake's language."
"Does one of you speak it?"
"It's not something you can learn." Lee explained. "You are either born with it, or you never speak it."
"I know someone who can speak it." Hermione said. "I did a some researches on the dark lord's family. On his mother side. His uncle was a Parseltongue. This is really not gonna be a pleasant trip."
"Why? Where is he?"
"He's currently dead. He died about a year ago."
"I see. So how do we speak to a dead man?"
"That's where I'm going, there. We're gonna use the gift I received from Santa."
"Santa?" Ron repeated, baffled.
"It's a long story. Anyway, this is what he gave me."
She searched her bag, and pulled out the time turner.