Trust me. I will reveal all the answers to your questions in this story, but you have to be patient. For one answer, Judas does not know who Edmund is. How he does not know will be revealed when I decide to reveal it.
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"Queen Susan! Queen Lucy!"
Susan looked up from the meal she had been sharing with her sister to see a young faun running to meet them, "Bowden, whatever is the matter?" She could see the worry in his eyes and it killed her to have to wait for an answer, but Bowden was trying to gather his breath from the run.
When he could finally speak, the faun spoke very fast, "His Majesty, High King Peter is on his way to the healing quarters! He's fallen ill!"
Susan stood from her seat and she could hear Lucy do the same, but her eyes remained fixed on Bowden, "Did they say what is wrong?"
"Nobody can be sure until the healers take a look at him, but the king himself said it was poison."
The queen needed to hear no other words before she was running past the faun, out of the dining room and through the massive labyrinth that she called home.
Lucy pattered up beside her, "Peter's been poisoned?"
"I don't know, Lu, but if he has we'd better be there." Susan didn't say anything else for the rest of the walk to the healing rooms. She didn't know what else to say. She'd already lost one brother; she couldn't imagine what would happen if she lost Peter too. Oh, Aslan, haven't we been through enough, already?
"Iason." Susan stopped the master healer as he rushed past her, "Where is my brother?"
"Follow me, Your Majesty. There isn't much time." Iason didn't even bother to bow - not that it bothered Susan, but it gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
She and Lucy followed the master healer into one of the back rooms. Lucy gasped at the sight and Susan had to hitch her breath in order to keep from doing the same. It was entirely different from what they had expected it to be. Susan had thought that he would be feverish and perhaps unconscious, but he was awake. Peter was anything but peaceful. He fought hard against the healers and nurses that held him down. He was covered in sweat and his face was bright red. Peter growled ferociously at the people who were trying to help him.
"Release me! Let me go! He needs my help!" Peter fought harder and harder with each word, "What did you do with him?"
Iason placed a cold cloth on the kings forehead in attempt to bring his fever down, "I'm almost finished with the cure, but he has to hold on a bit longer."
Susan nodded, never taking her eyes off of her kingly brother, "Who is he talking about? Who does he think needs his help?"
"Your Majesty," Susan met his eyes and saw a sympathy obvious in his gaze, "he calls for his brother."
Susan glanced back to Peter in a new form of sadness. He was fighting to get to Edmund? It broke her heart to see him calling for someone who would never be calling back. Susan could only hope that his memory would return when the fever was gone. She couldn't bear the thought of having to give Peter the horrible truth.
"Ed!" Peter cried in anguish.
Susan felt Lucy's fingers grab tightly onto her arm. She looked down into her sister's fearful eyes. Lucy couldn't stay here any longer, so Susan decided to follow Iason into the next room. Lucy sat down in the corner; Susan would have sat with her, but she had some questions.
"Can you find the cure?" She said as she approached Iason.
Iason nodded as he fiddled with some bottles of ingredients, "I think so. I'm finishing up on something that I believe will work."
"Do they knew who did it?"
"The guards arrested the slave boy who was with him when he fell ill. It is believed that he is the one responsible."
Susan knit her brows together, "But you don't know?"
"His Majesty was alone with the slave when it happened. They are the only ones who know what happened."
"They were alone? How could they be left alone? And why would Peter need to speak to a slave?" Susan was utterly confused. Too many questions and not enough answers.
"Perhaps you can ask His Majesty when he is better. Please excuse my rude departure, but I must tend to my patient." With that, Iason left the room and went into the next. Susan followed and joined him at Peter's side. Her brother's crazed eyes met hers and Susan saw something in them. They looked like the eyes of a viscous animal, but underneath, they had a longing - they looked as though they were trapped and needed a way out. He looked like he had lost something and was looking desperately to find it.
Susan thought that he had been searching for her eyes, but the glance Peter gave was brief and his eyes kept searching for whatever he thought he was missing.
"Inject him." Susan said, not once taking her eyes of of Peter's struggling form. She couldn't bear to see him tormented like this.
Iason nodded and stuck a long needle in the King's forearm. Peter jolted and cried out at the sudden pain, but it wasn't a moment later when he relaxed and closed his eyes. The other healers released their hold on him and Susan allowed herself to breathe when she noticed Peter's steady intake of breath that indicated a deep sleep.
"He will wake... with time. His body has been trying to fight the poison. He just needs some rest."
Susan nodded, "What kind of poison was it?"
"I don't know," Iason shook his head, "His Majesty brought me a sample last night to look over."
"This isn't the first attempt?" Susan questioned.
"In afraid not. I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news. I'd assumed you had already spoken."
Susan shook her head. Her feeling of worry turned to one she could only describe as frustration and confusion, "I suppose we'll have that talk when he wakes, but first... I'd like to talk to that slave."