Chapter 12
After last night's incident Ayron found it even harder to sleep, yet managed to do so. Breakfast was a slow affair, but things quickly changed. A Fox rushed in soon after the meal had nearly ended.
"Your Majesties," he panted, "urgent news."
"What is it Sparke?" King Araven queried.
"There's something amassing up north, by the Ruins –" he paused for breath.
"And?"
"And it appears to be some sort of army."
"What!? How can this be?"
Instantly a confused chatter rose throughout the Dining Hall. Everyone was asking questions at the same time and it was hard to hear anything else. Thankfully the king called for silence; everyone quieted and he requested that himself and a few others retire to the Council Chamber and discuss the news.
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Sparke had just finished giving a full report of what he saw and the whole council was silent. It was grim news indeed. An army massing within Narnia's own borders. With unknown intentions.
As the king's council was trying to decide what to do Ayron stood up and asked to say something. The king nodded, and what he said surprised them all.
"I will go."
Stunned silence; then "What do you mean to say?" The question came from Sparke, a Talking Fox.
"I mean," Ayron said again, "that I will go up to the Ruins and possibly find out what their intentions are."
"You can't go alone." Graywood protested. "That is unthinkable!"
"Of course he won't be alone," Sparke jumped in. "I will go with him."
Ayron would have refused but for the Fox's next words. "And if you think otherwise you'd have to chain me to keep me from going."
Ayron looked to the king for approval, which he gave with a small nod of his head. "So be it." Ayron looked at the Fox. "We leave as soon as possible."