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Looking around, Edmund wondered where he was. He wasn't really sure how he got here. But wherever here was, it looked familiar…

The room was beautiful and richly decorated with tapestries and a bright fire in the hearth. The room was quite like one that Edmund remembered from Cair Paravel.

There was a curtain off to one side, next to a door. How Edmund had missed it, he didn't know. But he heard voices behind the curtain. Curiosity getting the better of him, Edmund went over to it to see who he would find there. Once he had entered the room, he didn't take too much notice of what was in the room, only who.

There were two people in the room. Neither of them seemed to notice his presence. One was a lady in a green dress with her hair covered. Her back was to Edmund; he couldn't see her face. She was tall, with the regal bearing of a queen.

But the young man, Edmund could see clearly. The man was bound by his ankles, his knees, his elbows, his wrists, and his waist, to a silver chair. It was very strange indeed, why was the man bound?

The knight, or at least Edmund thought he looked like one, was fair-haired. His face was very troubled by something. But Edmund could still see something else on the man's face… a kingly look.

The man looked familiar to him somehow. There was something about his face, but as hard as Edmund tried to think of who the person was, he couldn't place him. Besides the anguish on the knight's face, there was something perplexing about it. It took him a minute to come to the conclusion that made the most sense. Since the knight was bound the most logical one was - the chap could be under some type of hex.

The knight's breathing got labored, his face tense and pallid. He moaned once, and then a moment later he moaned again.

So intent on the knight, Edmund was stunned to hear the lady speak. "My dear prince, let me soothe your troubled soul."

Her voice was one of the sweetest voices he had ever heard. Edmund also noticed that she had something that appeared to be a mandolin.

But what the lady had just said sunk in. Edmund had many thoughts on his mind. By Jove, the knight is a king! Or rather, he will be one day. But where is this place they rule? Or where does he rule?

"How many years has it been?" The knight's voice was loud in the silent room.

Edmund looked back at the bound knight, or rather, the prince. Had he heard him right? How could he not know his own time?

The lady started to play her musical instrument. "Why do you need to know that, my lord?" the lady asked with a musical laugh. "You have always been here."

The prince's voice denied it. "I can remember trees. Their branches moved and their trunks danced even when there was no wind. I remember the smell of the sea when I awoke each morning. So many memories."

"My dear prince, you often mention these daydreams in your ravings. You must remember they are just that, dreams. As I have said, you have always been here, with me."

The prince frowned and said with a defiant tone, "If that is so, then why do I remember this clearly? I have been in the company of Fauns, Centaurs, and Dwarves in Narnia, many good Talking-"

What? Edmund's mind screamed at him. Feeling his heart stop, Edmund didn't hear what else the prince had said. Had he really said-

But Edmund never got to finish his thought. The lady, or the witch, started to play the mandolin a little faster. Edmund was now certain she was a witch. Was she trying to control the prince through it?

"No, no," the witch said with laughter ringing out like bells. "My lord prince, you are not in your right mind. When we rise to the Overland, my love, you will be cured of your enchantment."

Overland? What does she mean by that? Narnia? Edmund had a feeling that whatever the witch had in mind for Narnia, it wasn't good.

The witch spoke again. "You don't remember where you come from, or who you are. I found you, nurtured you-"

"Nay, Madam, I know myself. I am Rilian, son of King-"

The witch interrupted the prince. Her voice was calm, and soothing. "My dear, there is no Rilian here, perhaps it is yet another one of your dreams haunting you. Your Highness is very troubled, I will play something to soothe you, so you can sleep."

The tune the witch had been playing hadn't changed much, except the one time when the prince had mentioned Narnia. Now the music was very gentle. Of course Edmund wasn't affected by it. He wanted to take the instrument away, or somehow be able to help the man in the chair.

While the witch played the mandolin, the prince did try to say more, but his words didn't make any sense to Edmund. Finally the prince was fast asleep.

"Guards!" For the first time, the witch's tone had a touch of command in it.

Two beings, of a type of creature Edmund had never seen in Narnia, came at the witch's bidding.

"Unbind His Royal Highness and then take him to his apartments."

The two guards said, "Yes, my Queen." Then they did as they were told.

The witch, for Edmund knew very well that she was no real queen, turned around. Edmund was now able to see her face.

His body went cold. Edmund felt like he had stopped breathing. But his thoughts ran faster than an out of control freight train.

The witch was as beautiful as her voice was sweet. It was a face that Edmund would never forget for as long as he lived. No. No! He couldn't be seeing this. But the proof was staring him right in the face.

For now, it almost seemed as if the witch could see him. But that was impossible…wasn't it?

"It can't be…"

For Edmund was looking at the one-time White Witch, Jadis, herself.


Note: I know Rilian 'says' he has horrible ravings. But he also says he doesn't remember them, so thus I think the green lady lies about this as well as lying about how he would attack his friends in his anger and become a serpent. I'm thinking the witch keeps him under that spell with her music, but also I think the green powder is in the silver chair, but not quite as strong as he breathed in from the fire. Just my opinion, if you don't agree with it, that's okay.

Most of the dream was inspired by what Rilian said in chapters 10: Travels without a Sun and 11: In the Dark Castle, and what the green lady said and did in chapter 12: The Queen of Underland of The Silver Chair.

Thanks for reading. Please Review. Jenn