"Whatever y'alls are thinking, I did not provoke him!"

"We know you didn't."

"We need to head home as soon as possible."

"Wait, Susan. What are you going to tell Rabadash?"

"The courtship just simply will not work."

Calormene guards were on their way to the chambers of the Narnian family, ready to keep them in Tashbaan by force if necessary.

"Your majesties, lord and lady protectors of Narnia. You are not to leave Tashbaan yet."

"By whose authority?"

"Prince Rabadash."

"Well, tough luck for you and Rabadash, cause we're leaving. Rabadash has no authority to keep us here, and the Tisroc, may he live forever, knows that. And I highly doubt the Tisroc, may he live forever, will go along with son's ideals."

Kayla goes to reach for her sword, but it is missing from where she last left it.

"Looking for something, my lady?"

One of the guards pulled the Silmaril Sword from his belt, expecting the blade to burst into flames.

"The blade turns to flames in my hands, not anyone else's. Before me, it only did so in my mother's hands, and her mother, and her mother. All the way back to Micheáilín. And if I produce no heir, then it will burn in the hands of Lucy."

"Under orders of Prince Rabadash, you cannot leave here."

"We can and we will."

Edmund and Peridan drew their swords, while Ivar readied his axe. Susan could not reach her bow and arrows, but Kayla readied her eyes and wrists to conjure up fire. The guards charge at the family, with one of them having the audacity to fight with the Silmaril Sword. Unbeknown to the guards, Kayla opened a window and stood by it, ready to jump out of it if necessary. She began to call their horses.

"Dones, teg kroaduryon. Dones dhe fisten!"

The Narnian retinue's horses arrived right beneath the window. Kayla jumped onto Erdudvyl, scaring Ivar as she did it.

"Kayla!"

She lands safely on Erdudvyl, and the rest follow after her.

"Kayla, they still have your sword!"

"No they don't!"

She unsheathes it, showing everyone it had not been taken away.

"As long as I'm alive, no one wields this sword but me! Hyah!"

They ride off to a secret entrance of the palace, needing to sneak back in and get their belongings.

"Alright. How are we going to do this without being seen?"

"Go before the Tisroc. I'll deal with these marauders."

"Why you, Kayla?"

"Just trust me. Rabadash needs a distraction. Go!"

The rest of the group head to the throne room, hoping that Rabadash is in there, and hopefully Edmund and Ivar can put the Tisroc's mind above his son's.

Kayla had the ability to make herself invisible, so she was able to sneak in and get what they needed into a carriage to head down to the boat. She walked into the throne room and askes the family if they would accompany her on a ride through the city, using that as their cover for their escape.

"You pulled it off, Kayla."

"It wasn't hard."

"Luckily it's getting closer to night time. We just might have it easy out of here."

"God help us."

They ride off again through the city, with their carriage farther behind so as not to arouse suspicion. The crew of the Splendor Hyaline were staying near the ship.

"Come on, Corin. No lagging behind. We need to get you home."

Everyone decided to stop for the night, and they spent the night in a Calormene inn. Corin decided to wonder off, and Ivar and Kayla went looking for him.

"Corin? Corin where are you?"

They eventually found him, or so they thought. The boy looked exactly like Corin, but there was another traveler with him along with two Narnian horses. The boy's name was Shasta, but he said nothing to the Narnian retinue. The fed him that night and again in the morning. When he woke up, he found a boy climbing through the window. The two talk for a short bit before Shasta runs off to find his friend and their horses.

"One more night in this Godforsaken country. One. More. Night!"

"We already had our one more night, Kayla. We're leaving today."

"Let's keep our voices down. We don't know who all are in these rooms."

Kayla sat on a chair looking out a window, and she came to a realization.

"Not all of us will be able to leave."

"What?"

"Not all of us will be able to leave. Eventually, Rabadash's men will catch up with us and take one of us captive. I just know it."

"I just seen a boy who looks exactly like me!"

"Corin, you're all bruised up. As usual."

"A boy in the streets made harsh jokes about my Narnian ladies, so I knocked him down. then his big brother came, and I knocked him down as well."

"But what's this about a boy who looks just like you? You sure you weren't looking in a mirror?"

"Oh, I'm sure."

"But you were in here all night with us. How did you get into the streets."

"I wasn't here all night, honest."

"Did this boy give you his name?"

"Shasta."

"Uh-oh."

"What?"

"When Kayla and I were out looking for you, it seems we came across your look alike. We thought he was you. He was on a horse and traveling with, well, she looked like a tarkheena."

"She did. Anyways, we brought him back her and fed him and everything. We thought he was you."

"I told him if he is ever in Archenland, to go to the castle and meet father, and to tell father that he is a friend of mine."

"Did he say where he was headed?"

"He said Narnia and the north."

Just then, Edmund remembered when Corin was born, there was a boy born before him, Corin's twin brother, Prince Cor. Cor was kidnapped as a baby and was never seen again. Until now.

"Corin, you know you had a twin brother, right?"

"Yes. I know he was stolen away. We all eventually came to the conclusion that he is dead."

"When you were born, both you and your brother were brought to Narnia and both of you were blessed by the centaur Nemelos. The centaur said that your brother would one day save Archenland from the greatest danger it would ever be in. After that, he was kidnapped."

"You were both born shortly after the end of the Long Winter and the beginning of our reign."

"So, the boy I just met, he is my brother?"

"It appears so."

Corin broke down in tears, begging forgiveness from Aslan for thinking that his long lost brother was dead.