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It was three days after the foursome consisting of Lucy, Peter, Edmund and Conan had grabbed Jewel and ran, since then they had kept moving and were now through the main part of the mountains range and were just travelling through a gentle valley that connected the foothills. It was peaceful terrain, birds flew in the sky, flowers bloomed and blossomed, and trees stretched up into the sky, competing for size with the mountains. At least it would have been peaceful if it hadn't been for Edmund.
Jewel hadn't woken since she had fallen unconscious on the litter. According to Conan she was just recuperating from several hundred life times of abuse. Edmund however, was continuously making it known that she hadn't woken up, he was trying to remember every bit of medicinal arts he had ever learnt. Narnian ways and the other world's ways, those that could be adapted to Narnian supplies anyway, but it wasn't doing anything. Peter sat with Edmund in the back with Jewel while Lucy sat up front with Conan. There was always conversation between the youngest and oldest members of the party. Lucy was spending her time finding out what had happened in Narnia since their last visit.
Caspian's son had died before marrying and producing an heir, and so his favoured advisor had taken the throne. The old man had carried on Caspian's benevolent reign, but when he died his son had succeeded him. Frewen was nothing like his father; instead he was more like Miraz, Caspian's uncle. Frewen had now ruled for a total of twenty-three years, and in that time life had reverted from the free Narnia back to another version of Miraz's rule. All the talking animal's, centaurs, dwarves, nymphs, and all the other magical creatures had been forced back into hiding.
There were tear's in Conan's eyes as he told the tale, he shook it off, saying it was just an old man's foolishness, Lucy knew better though. Occasionally people were born that had a strong link with Narnia; it was as though they could feel the land, if she had to guess she would say Conan was one of those. The fact that he was an ordinary trader showed how things in Narnia had changed since their time, and not necessarily for the better, while they had ruled anyone who had that link with Narnia was immediately given a place in the court, though if they didn't want to leave their homes they didn't need to. But they were a way of knowing how a decision or action affected Narnia because they could feel its affects. Although there had never been a chance for it to be tested during their time, it was assumed that they would also feel how the ruler influenced the land. She wasn't going to tell him that though, not yet anyway.
As the cart trundled on Edmund's panic grew with each mile they travelled with no movement from Jewel other than gentle breaths or involuntary twitches.
"Stop worrying lad, we should reach Cronlan by sunset, it's a small village on the edge of the hills, there's a decent doctor there, he should be able to fix your girl."
They still hadn't told Conan about who they were, or how they knew Jewel, whenever he asked they always said that they would tell him when Jewel awoke.
Next morning in Cronlan
"Edmund, Edmund."
The teenager was rudely awoken by his younger sister shaking one arm and his older brother shaking the other.
"What?" he growled, voice thick with sleep.
"Jewel's awake."
Two words that made him fly out of bed, hit the floor and was at her side in two seconds, of course it wasn't that much of a feat seeing as how he was six feet from her the whole time. Of course he didn't notice that he'd flung the blanket over Lucy's head in his hurry, his attention was focused on the girl slowly before him who was slowly making her way back to join the living.
Her eyelashes fluttered several times before they properly opened. Sapphire orbs stared up at him groggily, the foggy eyes slowly cleared in recognition as she looked up at the face hovering over her.
"Edmund."
Her voice was still weak, but there was an undeniable thread of pleasure running through it. She made as though she wanted to sit up but Edmund gently held her down.
"You've been asleep for three days and you didn't look as though you were having a wonderful time before that. Just stay still."
She stopped struggling and just smiled, then a hurricane hit as Lucy freed her self from the blanket with Peter's assistance and dashed over to her sister-in-law.
"Jewel! Oh I'm so glad you're awake, I've been stuck with these two for ages and they've always ganged up on me, there's nothing I can say to either of them, they always agree with each other. And it's not even as though Susan's on my side any more and…"
"Lucy! Sorry about that Jewel, she's a bit excited."
"I can see that."
Jewel smiled at the blushing siblings and was about to ask them what had happened when the door creaked open.
"I brought breakfast for anyone who wants it. And your medicines here too pet."
Conan lifted three plates off of his big tray, and gave one too each of the healthy teenagers, then he lifted a big bottle and filled a spoon with the green gunk. Inexorably he pressed it into her mouth, not giving her a chance to object. Despite the disgusted look on her face she swallowed it and immediately seized the glass of water he had standing by to wash away the foul taste. Just as Conan was preparing to bustle out the door she grabbed his arm with a burst of sped that seemed to exhaust her enough to force her to let go and collapse back against the pillows she had momentarily risen from. Conan had gotten the point however and turned to stand at her bedside. Before Edmund could start fussing she spoke.
"You're the kind one aren't you? There was always someone nice at the festival, someone who really cared, that was you, wasn't it."
The old man dipped his head in an embarrassed nod, but before he could run away and cool his flaming face he was pulled down and into a tight hug, and before he was released the ebony-haired girl whispered a gentle thank you in his ear and kissed his whiskery cheek.
Once she had released the man who had been her saviour throughout the last generation festivals she asked where she was, a question she probably should have asked earlier. As Edmund explained that she was in the back room of the local doctor in a village in the outskirts of the mountain range.
There was then an uncomfortable silence during which Conan was asked to sit down and Peter fetched the bottle of brandy that every respectable doctor has somewhere in every room in the house.
"Conan we've been travelling together for a few days and we've probably got you in a lot of trouble because of what happened at Raven's Peak. And I think it's about time we told you who we were."
Lucy cast an anxious look at her family, Peter took pity on her and gave her the bottle and continued in her place.
"I am the High King Peter of Narnia, this is Queen Lucy, King Edmund, and Queen Jewel. Only if you know anything about the legends you might recognize her by the 'Crown Jewel', it was the court name for her."
Peter continued to explain that they went back to their world and what Aslan assumed had happened to Jewel, which was accented by various affirmative noises from the girl in question. Lucy was busy pouring constant brandies for Conan until he decided that was too slow and took the brandy from her and started swigging it from the bottle.
"You're…but…you mean…I've had the Kings and Queens from the golden age in my cart for the last four days, and the Crown Jewel for the last three days."
He fainted when they all nodded, and it was quite understandable really, it wasn't as though he was a young man, into his late sixties at least, and they had to admit that this wasn't exactly a normal, everyday, topic of conversation.
Once Conan had been deposited on the bed Edmund had been sleeping on the three sibling gathered around Jewel.
"I can't believe you're still alive, I thought you were dead."
Edmund was obviously trying not to cry, Lucy however wasn't succeeding quite so well, tears were running down her face in rivers.
"Well I am alive, I've been alive all this time, and as you can see I look all right for over eight hundred.
There is just one thing I want to ask you though."
Seeing their faces look up in readiness to answer she hauled herself into a sitting position. Under the pretence of examining her nails she lifted her hand, and then as she lifted her head to look at Edmund the placid look on her face was swiftly changed to outrage.
"What the hell took you so long?"
The angry question was punctuated by a resounding smack as her palm came into contact with Edmund's face.
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