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Chapter 3

To my great surprise, I don't fall off until we're far enough away that it doesn't matter. Tarrodour helps me get up on the horse again, and this time we set off at something closer to a walk. Which is a huge relief - both to me and my sore bum.

"So," I say, giving Edmund a meaningful glance, "were you sent by the Pevensies?"

The General nods. "Them and Aslan."

I grin, seeing Edmund perk up. "They truly wanted you to come for me?" he asks.

"Of course." The General cranes his head a bit to look back at us, examining Edmund with a cocked eyebrow. "You are to be one of the Kings, you know."

I can tell from the expression on his face that he didn't know. "I'm..." The look on his face is absolutely priceless: eyebrows so high they're hidden in his bangs, and eyes as wide as dinner plates. "I'm to be a king?"

The centaur nods, facing forward again. "Yes."

Man of few words, I see. Or horse. Or man-horse.

"But.. I can't be a king." Edmund's voice pipes up after a few moments, quiet and ashamed, as if he's speaking to himself. "I betrayed you all."

The General turns and looks at him again; it's almost scary that I've no idea what he's thinking behind the black eyes. I'm normally very good at knowing what people are thinking from the looks on their faces, or so I like to tell myself.

Maybe I've just watched too much Psych and Lie To Me.

Anyway, the General looks at Edmund, staring him down for several seconds, and everyone slows, coming to a stop, like we're all holding our breath. As if this world will spin or stop based on the General's reply. I shift back and forth in my seat, because this is getting incredibly awkward, and awkward moments always make me want to either scream, laugh, or say something stupid. I'm trying very hard not to do any of the three.

Finally, the centaur breaks the silence. "We know." Those two little words are the only ones he speaks before we're off at top speed once again.

The first thing I notice when we get to where we're going is that their "camp" really shouldn't be called a "camp." I mean, there are tents and everything, but... whoa. The grounds are like, majorly huge. Like some sort of outdoors hotel or something.

And the tents aren't those boring greens, blacks, and dark blues. They're boldly colored: orange and red and tawny yellow, with big, bright awnings and golden flags waving in the wind. Seriously, the White Witch's ugly, dark, sad excuse for a temporary lodging has nothing on this place.

The second thing I notice is a huge lion. And when I say huge, I mean huge. He's gotta be close to the horses' sizes, maybe bigger.

I really hope he's as tame as the horses, too.

As if he read my mind, Tarrodour leans close to me and whispers, "Don't worry, he's hardly a tame lion, but he is kind."

I'm not really sure if that makes any sense, but so long as he's not gonna bite my head off, I'll be the big kitty kat's friend forever.

He barely makes a sound as he pads toward us on the soft, green turf and the large, golden creature is in front of us in seconds. I have to remind myself not to kick the horse into a gallop and run the other way. Or better yet, just hop off and sprint. I'd probably move faster on foot since I wouldn't fall. As much.

But Tarrodour says he's kind, and I trust him. Tarrodour, that is. And if the lion tries to bite me, I'll get the horsey to trample him.

"Greetings Son of Adam," he nods at Edmund, before turning to me, "Daughter of Eve."

Dude, the lion talks. But then again, so do the horses, so I'm gonna do my best to just shrug it off.

Once I've done that, I wonder what he meant by those names, since my Mom's name isn't Eve. But then, I think of Adam and Eve from the Bible and realize that that must be what they call humans in this new land. Maybe it's not so far from Florida as I thought.

"Greetings, um..." I trail off, since I don't have any idea who the father of the lion race is.

He chuckles quietly at my confusion and looks straight into my eyes, saying gently, "You may call me, Aslan."

Sorry this chapter's so short, but I really like this ending :) Until next time, thanks for reading and please review!