Note: So back to a bit longer. I hope someone is reading this..beside my sister lol. Anyway, we may be getting closer to the end. There still has to be a battle scene and-
Edmund: Don't tell them! Me: Alright. So you'll just have to wait and see!
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia. Simply put. That's it. Well I do own Rindoon, Eliander, Riswood, the boy, Hop, and the faun. So that is quite a bit there...
Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 8 - Revealing
Peter looked up as Susan burst into the room where he and Riswood were planning their defense strategy if they happened to be attacked. Her cheeks were red, and she threw her arms around Peter.
"What is it?" the young man asked, confused by his sister's actions.
"Edmund just rode in! He wants to speak with us privately." Peter jumped from his seat, excitement giving him an adrenaline rush. The two siblings rushed out of the room, making their way to the courtyard where their brother waited.
Edmund was tired, and dirty from following Corin's captors into the woods. They had apparently scared his horse away, so he had spent an hour searching for the animal. When he finally found the creature he had rode at break neck speed to the Cair. Now the boy waited, glancing around him nervously.
A faun guarding the palace door gave the King a smile. Edmund was just about to go in search of his siblings, when he felt a sharp pain in his side. The boy gasped, falling to his knees. He saw through cloudy eyes the faun, rushing forward, a panicked look on his face. Then all was dark.
As they approached the courtyard, Peter and Susan heard a great commotion coming from it.
"What's going on?" Susan cried, her eyes filling with fear. The two rushed into the courtyard, and Susan let out a little half scream. Edmund lay on the ground, a dark curl on his forehead, eyes shut tight. His hands were closed around an arrow shaft lodged securely in his side. A pool of blood had begun gathering around the arrow.
"Oh Eddie," Susan said in a soft voice. Peter ran forward, laying his head on his brother's chest, then feeling for a pulse.
"He's breathing, but only a bit. He doesn't have much time left. Where is Queen Lucy's cordial?" he asked a rabbit who had gathered with some other courtiers. Peter used as calm a voice as he could muster, he had to be strong for his people.
"She put it in her private chamber when she was preparing for the ball," the animal answered. Peter nodded, then looked at his brother worriedly.
"Please run as fast as you can Hop. Fetch it, and come back double quick!" The rabbit nodded.
"Yes sire." Then he was off, bounding into the palace.
"Here Tumnus, and all you others, help me carry him to a bed. One of you ladies, please prepare some towels." After giving these instructions, Peter turned to the waiting guard.
"Now, Milcain, what happened here?" The faun looked around him with great fear.
"An arrow just suddenly was in the King. I did not see where it came from." Peter nodded, then followed those bearing the injured Edmund to a bed. The arrow would have to be pulled out. It might be messy.
High up, in a room overlooking the courtyard, Sir Rindoon watched the goings on with a half smile.
"Good shot Eliander. The plans are beginning to form quite nicely." Sir Eliander stepped forward, setting down his bow.
"It had to happen. King Edmund must not tell the High King what has taken place, or all might be lost." Rindoon nodded in agreement.
"We are already under enough suspicion." As the two Telmarin's plotted on how to put their plans into action, they did not guess that there was a cordial that would heal wounds.
"Here Sire," Hop said, handing Peter the corial. He took it, knowing Lucy would be handling it if she were here. Peter opened the bottle, letting a drop fall into his brother's mouth. After a moment of fear, Edmund let out a choking cough, then inhaled fresh, sweet air. Slowly the boy opened his eyes.
""What happened?" he asked, confusion in his eyes. Peter and Susan laughed, hugging each other. While they were attending their brother, a young servant boy quietly left the room.
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Lucy had never seen Corin afraid. The boy defiantly called those who feared, babies, and stated that he feared nothing. Now, though he tried to hide it, Lucy could see the boy was afraid. What he did not try to hide was his anger. For several hours the Prince kicked at the door of their cell, for their legs were free. After receiving no replies, the boy slumped against the wall, sliding down beside Lucy.
"Are you scared?" she asked him cautiously. For a moment she seemed to see deep into him. See his fear. Know that he was a helpless ten year old boy. Then his eyes hardened, and the Corin she knew all too well was back.
"No! I'm not scared of anything!" he bluffed, but Lucy caught an uncertain tone to his voice.
"Look," she said. " There is nothing wrong with being afraid. Always remember that Aslan is on our side, and will care for us." Corin looked into his friend's eyes, then nodded.
"Fine. But I'm not scared." Though in a dire situation, Queen Lucy smiled.
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Peter listened to Edmund's story with avid attention.
"I'll send a scout who should know what he's doing to check this place out." Peter gave Edmund a pointed glance at the mention of the scout.
"I'm sorry Pete. But I had to follow them, or else we wouldn't know where to go." Peter nodded slowly.
"You are right," he conceded. The boy had sent Susan away, not wanting to trouble her with the talk of war. Peter turned to leave to go reassure his sister.
"Oh, and Peter?" he turned slowly.
"Yes?" Edmund looked into his eyes.
"I'm most certain that the man carrying Corin was Telmarine." Peter nodded.
"So I thought. I do not think we are even safe in our own palace. The Telmarine's that are here at present must be caught. I have suspicions about them."
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"Good work boy," Rindoon said, patting the serving boy atop the head. "Here is the crescent I promised for information. Now, you can go on your way." The boy took the money and tucked it in his pocket. Rindoon knew the boy did not know that he had betrayed his country. Rindoon turned to Eliander.
"Why did something have to happen now? Are the gods displeased?" Eliander shook his head in wonder.
"It was all going perfectly. But that stupid King. I had no idea there was a healing bottle. I would have shot more arrows if I knew.." Rindoon shook his head.
"We must escape. King Peter will be after us I'll wager. Let us hope our King will not be angry."