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Chapter 6
''I don't see why you have to go now!'' Lucy wailed. ''Rabadash can wait a bit longer!"
Edmund frowned. ''Lu, we've put this trip off for quite a bit already. If Susan is considering marriage to this fellow"
Lucy snorted. ''l have no idea what she sees in the prat"
''Lucy! That's quite enough!'' Susan said walking into her sister's room. ''Honestly, what a thing to say about the crown prince of one of our greatest allies"
''Unwilling allies at best.'' Edmund reminded. ''Peter was quite anxious about it"
''I still don't like him.'' Lucy sniffed.
''I'm not asking you like him, Lu... at least not yet anyway.'' Susan replied, tossing her long black hair. ''We're leaving tomorrow at dawn, will you see us off Lu?"
Her sister's gaze softened, ''Of course I will. I wouldn't miss it."
''Good.'' Susan said with a nod ''Come on, Ed, we've got to finish packing."
''Coming.'' he said, as his older sister bustled off to prepare. He walked to the door and paused. ''For what it's worth, Lu...I think Rabadash is a prat too."
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The next morning, as the final preparations were being made Lucy met her siblings on the dock before the Splendor Hyaline, Narnia's greatest ship thus far. Susan was quite excited about their venture and kept chatting away, in a very unqueen-like manner, until she could finally board. Then with a quick embrace with Lucy, she dashed up the gangplank, eager to begin. Edmund however lingered a moment, and stared at Lucy.
"You're sure you'll be alright by yourself, Lucy?" He questioned "If you want I can stay"
"Oh, don't be silly! Susan needs you in Calorman, and there's always hope that a treaty will be made." Lucy said "You're Narnia's most efficient diplomat, you need to go. I'll be fine here. After all, Mr. Tumnas and General Oreius will be here. It won't be that bad"
Still her brother frowned. "Be careful, will you? Peter will..."
Lucy smiled, sadly "I know. It's hard, not knowing where he is, isn't it? I promise, I'll be careful, Edmund. I'll be here when you and Susan come home."
"And maybe her husband." Edmund said, and Lucy rolled her eyes, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I'll see if Rabadash has any information about Peter, too"
"I'll see you when you get home"
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"Bring me the gold robe, slave." Rabadash commanded, to a man in chains, several days later. "I want to look my best for when your sister arrives."
Peter stared stonily ahead, and he pulled the robe over the prince's arms. I HATE this pig! he thought Aslan, please, make a way out of here.
"…don't you think"
"Yes, my lord." Peter muttered, fighting the sarcasm in his tone. "Will there be anything else?"
Rabadash whirled, and smiled slyly. "Oh, we have one small matter to discuss"
Here it comes.
"When the Narnian delegation arrives, you are to say nothing. From this point on you will be mute, slave"
Peter glared. "And if I don't, my prince"
"You would do well to remember your place, filth!" Rabadash hissed "I am the Prince of Calorman! Your life-and the lives of the other Narnian slaves- are like clay in the palm of my hand. It would be unfortunate, if I had to punish one of them for your insolence."
"You forget who I am, Rabadash!" Peter replied, coolly "Aslan will deliver us- and make you pay dearly for this affront to Narnia"
Rabadash laughed. "Your puny god can do nothing"
"My lord?"
"What?" the prince said as another slave bowed at his feet
"The Narnian vessel has been sighted. They'll dock within an hour or so, my prince."
"Good." He said, dismissing the servant, and turning back to Peter. "Bring my boots…and remember what I said. Now, come."
Peter glared at the retreating form, cursing the chains on his legs that prohibited any movement. As quickly as he could, he hobbled after the prince, briefly glancing in the mirror, frowning at his appearance. There was no way he'd be recognized. His hair had been shaved, and some mixture had been applied that disguised his pale skin and turned him the Calorman's deep brown. Not to mention the lash marks that skittered acrossed his back and legs.
Aslan, we're going to need a miracle!
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