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Here it is: the scene you've all been waiting for. At least, I have been waiting for it… The Arrest of the World's Cutest Faun by Evil Wolf Henchmen (aka Chapter four)! We get to see a little bit of action for a change – hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Narnia isn't mine. Mr. Tumnus isn't mine. Heck, even the robin isn't mine!

A Faun's Tale

Chapter Four: Extremely serious charges

Once he reached his house, Mr. Tumnus stoked the fire and tidied the room, trying to make it look as if he had been there all day. It would not do at all if the Queen's police found out about his meeting with Mr. Beaver – if that happened, than all hope would truly be lost.

It was not long before he heard a sound that froze his heart: someone was knocking on his door. "Open up!" a rough voice called. "Open up, in the name of the Queen!"

Mr. Tumnus tiptoed over to the door, and peeked through a tiny frosted glass window. He could just make out several dark shapes moving outside. Seized with a sudden fear, the little Faun jumped behind a chair and curled up, scrunching his eyes shut and putting his fingers in his ears. Perhaps if he pretended that he was not at home, they would go away. He would have even hummed a tune if not for his fear that he would be heard.

For a moment, he thought that his ruse had worked. At least, when he unplugged his ears and stood up once more, the knocking had ceased. But then he heard voices – the harsh growling voices of the Queen's police conversing on his doorstep. Mr. Tumnus waited, scarcely daring to breathe. His heart quaked when a horrible sound reached his ears, a loud snapping and splintering as his door was wrenched off its hinges. With the deafening crack of breaking wood, Mr. Tumnus' beautiful door was ripped away.

Six large wolves stalked into the room. The largest, and (to Tumnus' mind) fiercest-looking of the lot approached him. "Are you the Faun Tumnus?" the great grey wolf demanded in a voice that made him cringe.

Mr. Tumnus nodded, aware that these wolves knew perfectly well who he was, and it made no difference whether or not he denied it.

The large wolves looked down at him with very yellow eyes, and Tumnus fidgeted under their unwavering gazes. He felt very much like a hunted animal, and decided that the metaphor was not too far from the truth.

"I am Maugrim", the grey wolf said, "Captain of the Secret Police. There are extremely serious charges against you."

The large wolf beckoned to another one, who hurriedly unrolled an important-looking scroll. The second wolf cleared his throat, and read out loud: "The Faun Tumnus is hereby charged with High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc., also of comforting her said Majesty's enemies, harbouring spies and fraternizing with Humans."

Mr. Tumnus was trembling with fear. High Treason! There was only one punishment for traitors to the Queen – they ended up decorating her House and courtyard as statues. He shuddered at the thought of being turned to stone, of being frozen for all time without mind or soul.

In the midst of these dark thoughts, by chance the Faun glanced up at his father's portrait above the fireplace. Limnus had been a fighter in his time. He would not have stood by and let these wolves take him to a terrible fate. Mr. Tumnus looked up at the broad grinning face and eyes that sparkled despite the grey curls, and felt his courage rise. Limnus may not have been fool enough to serve the White Witch, but Tumnus was still his son.

"I'll come", he said quietly. "But may I take my father's portrait with me?"

Maugrim nodded his terrible head; the wolves did not suspect anything from this small, timid little Faun. Mr. Tumnus trotted over to the fireplace, but instead of reaching up for the picture, he seized the fire-tongs. The wolves saw what he was going to do and turned to him a split second before he grabbed the burning logs and flung them into the room.

The air was instantly filled with smoke and sparks. There was a nasty smell of burning fur, and the wolves howled in rage and pain as their feet came in contact with red-hot embers. "Stamp it out, fools!" Maugrim bellowed.

Amid this confusion, Mr. Tumnus scampered nimbly through the room, his tiny hooves unhurt by the burning coals. He had nearly reached the open door when one of the wolves leapt up and seized his leg. The Faun grabbed wildly at the dresser shelves as he fell, and brought the crockery crashing to the ground. Lying dazed amid smashed plates and dishes, Mr. Tumnus offered no resistance as the wolves bound his hands.

They hauled him roughly up to his hooves, and Tumnus looked sadly at his ruined home. The beautiful carpet that he had so often cleaned after visits from Mr. Beaver was now burnt full of holes and covered in smears of ash. By this time all of the flames had been extinguished, and Mr. Tumnus found himself faced with a group of very angry, slightly singed wolves. It was altogether a bad situation to find oneself in.

Maugrim snapped his wicked jaws, rank breath sweeping over the little Faun. "If her Majesty the Queen did not wish to see you", he growled, "I would kill you for your trickery." He stalked across the room, kicking at the charred logs bad-temperedly. The large wolf took down the portrait of the old Faun, and picked up a knife from amidst the wreckage of Mr. Tumnus' tableware. Before the little Faun's horrified eyes, he slashed up the beautiful painting and tossed it carelessly to the ground.

As Maugrim led the prisoner out of what had once been a snug little cave, another wolf nailed a message into the carpet to be found by all who sought for the prisoner. Alone and surrounded by snarling wolves, Mr. Tumnus stumbled through the drifts, starting the long walk to the White Witch's House.

Far above them, a robin looked down on the scene. He watched the Faun with unhappy eyes and noted the direction the wolves were taking him. Once they were out of sight, the bird launched himself into the air, heading in the direction of the Beavers' Dam.

A/N: Aw… poor Mr. Tumnus! If you don't want him to suffer, please leave a review. I know, that's extortion- but hey, I'm the authoress! It's all supposed to work out in the end, but the book never said what happened in between, if you know what I mean. So, give that little blue button a click, and save a Faun.

By the way, if you want to read about Tumnus' journey to the Queen's castle after his arrest, check out mystory "To the Witch's House". It fits in right here, between chapters four and five.