The beaver led us to a passage through the cliff.
"Come on. We don't want to be caught out he after nightfall." The beaver said quietly.
We continued to walk for a while until we came to a hill. As we got to the top, there was a clearing in the trees and in the clearing was a small dam with a protective wall built around in.
"Ah blimey! Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on. Nice cup o' Rosey Lee." The beaver said excitedly.
"It's lovely." Lucy said.
"It's merely a trifle, still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished it yet. It'll look the business when it is thought."
We walked down the hill and followed along a trail that led straight through a passage in the wall.
"Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find out you've been with Badger again I . . ." said a female beaver.
She saw us as she came out of their little house.
"Oh . . . well, those aren't badgers. Oh I never thought I'd live to see this day! . . . . look at my fur . . . you couldn't give me ten minutes warning?" She asked.
"I'd given you a week if I thought it would've helped." Mr. Beaver said chuckling.
We all laughed along with him . . . except Ed.
"Oh, come inside and we'll see if we can't get you some food and some civilized company." Said Mrs. Beaver.
She had directed the "civilized company" part to Mr. Beaver. He only shrugged his shoulders and laughed innocently.
"Now careful, watch your step." Mrs. Beaver said as I entered their cozy little house, "Excuse the mess. Can't get Mr. Beaver to get out of his chair."
"That's alright." I said.
"That's right dear . . . go ahead and sit down at the table." Said Mrs. Beaver.
I sat at the small round table, then Peter sat next to me on the right, and Lucy sat on my left. Susan sat next to her and Ed sat on the stairs. Mrs. Beaver handed us each a little plate full of fish and chips. I made a fire in my palm, then covered my palm over my plate so I could cook the fish a bit more . . . A few seconds later and they were delicious.
"Isn't there anything we can do to help Mr. Tumnus?" Peter asked, starting a conversation.
"They'll have taken him to the Witch's. You know what they say. There's few that go through them gates that come out again." Mr. Beaver said.
Lucy looked at me sadly.
"But there's hope, dear. Lot's of hope." Mrs. Beaver said comfortingly.
"Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope! Aslan is on the move." Mr. Beaver said.
The name Aslan put warmth in my heart. The name, for some reason, felt strong and comforting. I felt like I was in a trance, but I soon snapped out of it.
"Who's Alsan?" Ed asked.
"W-who's Alsan!" Mr. Beaver said laughing, "You cheeky little blighted."
However, Mrs. Beaver tapped him on the shoulder. Mr. beaver looked at us and saw our expressions.
"You don't know, do you?"
"We haven't exactly been here long." Peter explained.
"Well, he's only the King of the whole wood. The top geezer. The real King of Narnia." Mr. Beaver said.
"He's been away for a long while . . ." Mrs. Beaver began to say.
"But he's just got back! And he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!"
"He's waiting for us?" I asked.
"You're bloomin' joking!" Mr. Beaver said exasperated, "They don't even know about the prophecy!" He said to Mrs. Beaver.
"Well, then . . ." She said nodding towards us.
"Look . . . Aslan's return, Tumnus's arrest, the secret police, its' all happening because of you!" Mr. Beaver said.
"You're blaming us?" Susan asked offended.
"No! Not blaming . . . thanking you." Mrs. Beaver corrected.
"There's a prophecy. " When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, and when the New Witch's power has grown, the evil time will be over and the White Witch's power is overthrown." He said.
It has long been foretold that two Sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will come into Narnia with a witch. The witch will either help destroy the White Witch of join her . . . but if the New Witch helps destroy her, then peace will be restored to Narnia." Mrs. Beaver explained.
"It is also part of the prophecy that one of the two Sons of Adam will fall in love with the New Witch, but only if she helps destroy the White Witch can they be joined in love." Mr. Beaver continued.
"So . . . . you think we're the ones?" Peter asked.
"You had better be! Aslan's already fitted out your army." Mr. Beaver said.
"Our army!" I asked.
"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." Susan whispered to Peter.
"I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes." Peter said.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have to go." Susan said.
"No . . . y-you can't just leave." Mr. Beaver said.
"He's right. We have to help Mr. Tumnus." Lucy said.
"And we should save Narnia." I added.
"It's out of our hands. I'm sorry, but it's time the five of us were getting home." Peter said, "Ed . . . ?"
I turned around and looked for Ed.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Ed?" Peter called out again.
I got up and saw the front door was open.
"Peter . . . ." I said as Peter walked to me.
"I'm gonna kill him." He said looking at me.
"You may not have to." Said Mr. Beaver, "Has Edmund ever been in Narnia before?"
I grabbed my coat and quickly ran out the door. Peter was right behind me.
"The White Witch's castle is just between those two hills." Mr. Beaver called as he ran after us.
I stopped and remember the vision I had seen earlier. The woman Edmund had talked to was the White Witch. I thought of myself as the hawk again. I felt the changes and within seconds, I felt my taloned feet freezing. I flapped my wings and quickly lifted off the ground. It only took me about ten seconds to catch up with Peter, Susan, and Lucy.
I'll lead the way, guys.> I called out.
"I knew you were the New Witch!" Cried out Mr. Beaver.
"How do you know which way it is?" Lucy asked.
It's a long story . . . I'll tell you later.>