Lucy again
"Queen Lucy! Guard your brother!"
I wasn't sure of what to do. Drawing Edmund's sword, I crouched beside Peter, more frightened for his life than for the situation we were in. All around me the Centaurs and Talking Animals faced the Ogres, fighting to keep them back and away from me and my brother. Oreius stayed right beside me, shouting orders to his troop, directing them against our attackers. He cut down an Ogre that made it past the Elks and it dropped right before me, dead. I almost screamed I was so startled. Suddenly more Ogres smashed their way past the circle of warriors and Oreius whirled.
"Lie atop him!" he ordered. "Protect him!"
I knew better than to question a general of Narnia and I threw myself fully atop Peter, resting my head beside his and wrapping my arms around him, drawing his limbs in close between my arms and legs. He didn't move, didn't stir, still lying prostrate on the grass. He must have been terribly hurt not to be awake yet. Normally the people I treated with the cordial awoke almost instantly. I could smell blood and grass and sweat and my brother's pale cheek was clammy against mine. How badly had he been wounded? Was he even fully healed yet? I could feel his slow breaths on my cheek and I tried to think about that rather than the clash of battle just inches away.
A moment later Oreius stood over us both, his four legs splayed and his swords ringing out with each blow.
"Don't move!"
I closed my eyes, trusting him, and did just as he ordered. This was not the time for heroics, not when my oldest brother needed me so. I felt a hoof brush my back several times and at one point something hit my helmet with a sharp, metallic ring. I was glad it struck me and not Peter. I held him closer, protecting him with my body as he had protected us so often with his own. All around me were cries and blows and the sounds of fighting Animals. I could hear Oreius grunt with exertion, then he cursed roundly as one of his swords snapped. The broken blade hit my shoulder, but Peter's mail saved me and him.
"Lucy, your sword!"
I looked up just long enough to register exactly how desperate the situation was, then I pushed myself up on one arm to hold Edmund's sword up by the blade. The Centaur snatched it away and I threw myself down flat as he reared and struck an Ogre with his hooves.
And then I heard the most wonderful sound in the world next to Aslan's roar and Father Christmas's laughter.
I heard my brother's war-cry cut through the clamor of battle.
"NARNIA!"
