This chapter is dedicated to IDoBelieveInMagic, for Peter.

Flisk

As I ran across the plain I had but one thought in my head save that of reaching the High King: By the Lion's mane, is this child even still on my back?

He weighed nothing, this younger king, and even as he urged me to run faster I couldn't help but worry he'd be blown away. Why, even King Peter was heavier when he first rode me and King Edmund is of an age of that time, or close to! I need must speak to Oreius to get him to feed this youngling more for clearly there is a lack. At least I could feel the High King upon my back when I carried him. Small wonder Phillip thought naught of carrying this boy, for naught was the sum and total of his being even in full armor.

"Cut them off!" he shouted, his voice tight with emotion. I felt him lean with me and tighten his legs. He was afraid, but not of the Ogres. This I understood, for my own anxiety I held in reserve for the High King my rider, lying wounded not far afield.

The Ogres that had not passed our angle of attack noticed us and several of them were distracted from their assault on Oreius's band. I lowered my head as an Ogre drew down with his spear and I could feel King Edmund brace himself for the impact. He was not used to riding in battle bareback, but he was doing very well and I would protect him as I protected his brother, for at this moment it was all one and the same.

"NARNIA!"

He let lose with our battle-cry just as my horn plunged into the neck of the first Ogre we met, cutting short the foul beast's howl.

"For Peter!" I hissed as the Ogre died.

I didn't toss him over my head as I could have, fearful of striking my rider. King Edmund was already attacking the next Ogre with sword and shield and I helped as best I knew, going at our enemy with all the weapons with which Aslan has blessed my herd: horn, hoof, teeth, and speed. I think I startled the young king, who had never before ridden a Unicorn, but he adapted almost instantly to so savage a mount and we slashed and hacked our way through the enemy ranks. I carried him past the line of Ogres and wheeled around. Gryphons were attacking from above and the royal guard was almost upon the battle. Our distraction had helped ease the crush on Oreius and his Centaurs as was King Edmund's intent.

"Go!" he urged.

I plunged back into the fray, proud to be carrying this slight boy king. We fought for the same thing.

We fought for Peter.