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Chapter 7: A Tournament?

Peter led the way back up to the Cair. Amber followed, though she was lost in her own thoughts. She had no doubt that the speaker in her dream had been Aslan. And she had no doubt that what He had said was true. But she didn't know what He had meant when He said that the Pevensies would be leaving. Surely they would rather have stayed here? Why would Aslan send them back?

Amber briefly wondered if she should speak to them about this, but she decided not to. Aslan had said long ago that she would know when the right time was, and she knew that now was not that time. So the Tigress decided to make sure that the Pevensies enjoyed their days in Narnia.

"We should hold a tournament for Prince Rabadash," Susan stated. "I think he would like that. Don't you?"

"I don't really like tournaments," Amber said, bored. She was telling the truth; she hated watching them.

"But Rabadash does," Susan argued. "Peter, can we?"

"Su, I'm surprised you haven't ordered a ball in his honor," Edmund teased. Amber shot him a glare; he didn't need to be putting ideas into the Queen's head!

"I want to," Susan said. "We should make them on the same day. Friday, we can hold the tournament, then that night we can have a ball. How about it, Peter?"

"I really don't care at this point," Peter sighed. "Susan, if you want a tournament, then you can hold it, but you're in charge of everything. I'm not doing anything."

"But you will participate, won't you?"

"Fine."

"Good. You all will come, right?"

"I don't see how I can get out of it," Edmund said, "as I am sure you'll want me to be in it."

"Can I be in it?" Corin asked hopefully.

"Not yet. Wait another year or two, after you've had more training, then we'll see," Amber said before anyone else could answer.

"I'll come," said Lucy. "But I won't take part. I would do the archery contest, but I know you'd win hands down, Su."

"That's fine," Susan said. "What about you, Amber?"

"I'd already planned to hunt Friday," Amber replied. "I've gone too long without it, and even though your food is satisfying, I always think it's better raw. But I will come to the ball that evening." Susan seemed satisfied with this answer, so she went on prattling about her plans for the tournament and the ball. Amber tuned her out; no doubt she would be informed of anything she needed to know.

Amber didn't really want to go to the ball- actually, she didn't want to be anywhere near Rabadash. Something about the Calormene prince rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps it was the ill-concealed insults that Susan kept conveniently missing, or the way that he eyed Susan as if she were property…