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Chapter Four
Upon reaching Aslan's How Susan, Lucy and Doctor Cornelius immediately tried to force Peter to get some rest; he was having none of it. He sat at the wooden table with the others, who had given up trying to send him to bed, waiting for Edmund and Aslan so that they could discuss what to do next. When Edmund was seated at the table and Aslan was standing beside Peter they began their council of war. Susan and Lucy stayed silent for the most part, and only spoke when they needed something explained.
The conversation ranged from the best places where they had an advantage to weak spots in Miraz's Castle. The discussion then came to whether or not to remain at Aslan's How. Caspian, Susan, Lucy and Trumpkin were all for staying, Peter, Edmund, Reepicheep, Glenstorm, Doctor Cornelius and Trufflehunter were all against, Aslan remained silent. After much deliberation they decided to move to Cair Paravel where they knew Miraz wouldn't dare attack them. When negotiations had been concluded and a supper of apples, bread and honey had been eaten everyone retired to their respective rooms, except Aslan who quietly slipped away.
No sooner had Lucy's head hit the pillow and she was asleep, the same happened for Susan with whom she shared the room. Across the hall Edmund was snoring heavily, but Peter tossed and turned trying to drift off, which he did, only to wake up minutes later. Sleepless nights were not uncommon for Peter, while he and the others had reigned at Cair Paravel he often found himself taking nighttime walks or pouring over important documents. He was especially restless when he had something on his mind, usually he knew what it was but tonight he couldn't think. Deciding that fresh air was needed Peter pull on his outer tunic, lit a spare candle and began the long trek to the entrance of the mound. Once there Peter blew out his candle and set it down on a ledge next to the archway, the two sentries nodded to the High King as he passed and went back to their duties. Still agitated the teenager climbed up to the top of the Mound; there he saw a sight that was both majestic and magnificent. There was Aslan stood with his back to Peter, the moonlight outlining the regal frame of the Lion, his mane catching the glow and gleaming, down his back the silver light slipped like water droplets. He was stood where he had when he first greeted them the morning before. Peter had just decided to leave when Aslan gave out a low growl, almost a purr, then he padded down the side of the hill. Peter in understanding stumbled behind wearily.
They walked for a good ten minutes brushing past heather and grass until they came to a small stream, here Aslan stopped, allowing Peter to catch up. He no longer felt tired or weak as he walked towards the Lion, he felt a renewed strength and instead of stumbling like had at the beginning of the hike he strode ahead. When the Teenage King had caught up to him Aslan started forward again. They walked for another hour side by side until they reached a plateau overlooking a great castle, Miraz's castle.
"Son of Adam, here before you lies the enemy and with him a great host of men, misguided and enslaved. This is where the battle must take place, before the walls of your adversary shall you lead your forces to victory, or to defeat. Though to aid you in this battle I give you two warnings Son of Adam. The first is don't hasten your attack and let it come to soon, when the time is right you shall know it. The second warning is do not leave anything to chance and do not take anything for granted." Peter nodded and then spoke.
"I assume Aslan by your words that you are not staying." Aslan turned away from the Castle and placed a heavy velvet paw on Peter's shoulder.
"No, I have other business, in other parts but I shall return Son of Adam when I am needed most."
"Before you leave Aslan I have one more question if you'll permit it." Aslan smiled.
"To get back to the mound follow my paw prints till you reach the stream and then head North-east until you reach the hill."
"Thank you Aslan." The Lion roared and then took off racing down the slope across the plain and out of sight. So Peter was left alone to toil back to Aslan's How.
Edmund woke up from a deep sleep, yawning he stretched wondering what time it was. Rubbing his bleary eyes he looked around the room, it was dim with only two candles to light it, the beds were rickety wood cots and there was only one table. On the table stood two cups one filled with wine the other empty, the empty one belonged to Edmund and the untouched one to Peter. Edmund saw this, then he noticed something else. Peter's cot was empty. Fearing his brother had gone and done something stubborn and stupid, Edmund grabbed his sword and shield, noting that Peter's were still leaning against the wall, and raced out the room and down the corridors to the entrance. Once there he ran to the top of the mound, just as Peter was reaching the top from the other direction. The two brothers collided, and landed in a tangled heap, they were a mass of arms and legs. Once they had both detangled themselves they just sat on the grass amongst the heather silent until Edmund remembered why he was out there in the first place.
"What were you thinking? It's what, midnight, why are you out here?" Edmund scowled at his brother. Peter was just as defiant in his defense, if not as fierce.
"I couldn't sleep so I came for a breath of fresh air when I saw Aslan, he asked me to follow him so I did. We were talking." Edmund still looked annoyed.
"Why would Aslan drag you to who knows where, when he knows your still recovering?" This irritated Peter, he had enough on his mind without Edmund overreacting and overshadowing him.
"I'm not a china doll Ed!" He almost shouted. "I won't break!" He then seemed to let go of his anger, or at least enough of it to appear calmer. "Besides I feel much stronger now, Aslan must have done something. I'm fine Ed really." At his brother's solemn appeal Edmund finally calmed down.
"Hmm… Well I suppose since it was Aslan who was with you, but next time do me a favor and take your sword with you." Peter smiled.
"Yes Mother." He laughed, which set Edmund off as well, soon they were both trying to still their fits of laughter, but failing miserably.
When they had both calmed down Peter told Edmund the two warnings that Aslan had given him, all traces of laughter had vanished now as the siblings talked of how and when to storm Miraz's Castle.
"Aslan said when it's the right time, I would know, but what if I get it wrong Ed and someone dies, like you or Caspian. I couldn't live with my self." Edmund placed his hand on Peter's shoulder and smiled.
"I trust you Peter, and so do the others, you don't need to worry, Aslan wouldn't entrust it to you if he thought you couldn't handle it."
"But how can everyone still trust me after I messed up during the duel." Peter frowned, it was something he had wanted to talk to Aslan about but he knew Edmund could help too. Edmund squeezed his brother's shoulder.
"Even Kings make mistakes, yes Peter even High Kings make mistakes. I think the only person who doesn't trust you at the moment is you." Peter nodded, knowing that the fellow King was right, something that Edmund already knew. He broke out in a wide grin.
"We Mothers are always right." And they both dissolved back into laughter. They laughed long into the night until they couldn't laugh anymore, then Edmund retired back to his chamber leaving Peter alone on the hill.
On the way back Edmund pondered over the words Aslan had said to him the day before, how Peter wouldn't always be around. He wondered when, whether it would be during the war or if it wouldn't happen for years. Edmund hoped it would be the latter he wasn't quite ready to lose his brother just yet. He had decided not to tell either his brother or his sisters, he felt it was something Aslan had meant for him alone. Lost in his thoughts he didn't realize that he was in his room until he had sat down on the bed, thankful he hadn't got lost he promptly fell asleep. Five minutes later Peter trudged in and collapsed on his bed asleep almost instantly, the thoughts of the imminent battle and Aslan's words fading as dreams overtook him.
TBC…
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