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Chapter 5

Susan bit back the wave of tears that gathered in her eyes as the three remaining Pevensies walked into Peter's room. It had been months since she had seen her older brother, six months, three days exactly. (If you asked Lucy)

Lucy had conducted an extensive search, Edmund joining her as soon as the giants were defeated. All they had been able to discover was that the High King had been taken by ship along with the survivors of the Narnian army.

"Do we have to do this?" Lucy whispered scanning her brother's unmade bed.

"Yes." Edmund said grimly. "If- when we find him, I want him to be able to come home. But until then, this room needs to be locked up so it will be just how Pete, left it."

"His name's Peter, not Pete." Susan said with a chuckle, reviving Peter's response to the old joke from their childhood. All three smiled faintly, reminiscing.

"Alright, you two, let's get to it." Edmund said, reluctantly. Quickly they made sure the room was fairly clean, Edmund cleared the important paperwork off of the High King's desk. Lucy shut the windows and Susan made the bed. Then with one last look about, they left the room locking the door behind them.

"Bring me my oil, slave." Rabadash said. Quickly a small boy stepped forward, eyes low and demeanor humble. "Tell me, what is on the agenda today?"

"The mighty Tisroc (may-he-live-forever) wishes you to pick new slaves for the household. The Narnian Queens and King have accepted your invitation and his majesty wishes for them to have slaves to attend them personally."

Rabadash nodded and dressed quickly, intent on finding just the right slaves for his future bride. With a snap of his fingers a litter was in front of him, slaves bowing. He ascended the litter and commanded the bearers to the slave market.

When they arrived the litter was swarmed by numerous traders.

"I have slaves from the south, my lord!"

"No, my lord! Mine are well trained in servitude!"

"I have Narnian slaves!"

Rabadash, nodded to him and the other slavers walked away grumbling.

"Well," Rabadash said "Lead on."

The slaver bowed "We're just unloading the merchandise now, my lord. Would you like to inspect it as it is unloaded?"

Rabadash nodded with a bored look on his face. Bowing again the slaver lead the way to the docks. Several slaves had already been unloaded and he walked over to them. Several were odd looking creatures, a faun, several Talking animals, (the only way he knew this was because they were jabbering among themselves.) and one man, who stared stonily ahead.

Rabadash walked up to him, and raised his eyebrows. "What about this one? He looks study enough."

"I am not for sale." The man said staring back at him "And neither are any of these creatures."

"Silence dog!" the slaver snapped dragging his whip out of his belt. "You speak to the Prince himself."

"I know exactly whom I speak to." The man said coolly "Your Highness, I am the High King Peter of Narnia. My people and I were kidnapped during our battle with the giants and then shipped here. We are not slaves and, nor are we under your jurisdiction. I demand that you release us and provide us a way to return home. I assure you that you will be rewarded upon my return to the Narnian throne."

Rabadash laughed "Well, you certainly know how to spin a tale don't you?"

Peter glared at him "I am in no mood for jokes, highness."

"Nor I am I." Rabadash replied "I know who you are. I'll take the lot of them, every last Narnian you have."

The slaver grinned, greed lighting his eyes. "Of course, my prince."

"Thank you, Prince Rabadash." Peter said, smiling for the first time in months. "I swear on my honor you will be reimbursed for every crescent."

"Don't bother." The prince chuckled "You'll be working it off…as my personal slave."

AN: Told ya I was gonna get mean.