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Curse of Beaver's Dam Chapter 13 - Fallen
Lucy felt prickles run up and down her arms at the wolf's gravelly voice. The creature padded forward, hateful gaze piercing the two children.
"They will die, as will all who stand in my way." Sir Bindarine pulled his sword from the sheath by his side.
"They are only children," he responded. "Let them be, Griswin."
"Children?" The wolf growled dangerously. "You are a fool Bindarine. Look at this Daughter of Eve. She is an enchantress. She uses a bottle of potions to heal those she chooses. Everyone else must suffer. She is also a murderer. She and her family had a hand in the death of my great queen."
Lucy found it slightly amusing that the wolf should refer to her as an enchantress and murderer, when his queen had been both those things, and more. The young girl gripped Corin's hand, relieved that Bindarine stood between them and Griswin.
"And look at this boy," the creature continued. "See the anger on his face. Can a child have such anger?"
"Yes!" Corin said defiantly.
"Quiet, son of Adam!" the wolf barked. Corin glared instead of sending forth a cutting remark.
"You lie, Griswin. I have been in the palace for three years, and I know that all of the kings and queens are most honorable, and gracious."
The wolf lifted the corners of his mouth in some strange smirk. "But I will kill this one, and then she will not be gracious anymore!"
"Nay," Bindarine responded, a fierce light in his eyes. "You shall not touch her." Griswin laughed.
"Oh, yes. Yes I will. And the boy as well." And with that the wolf stalked closer, eying Bindarine's sword.
"They are only children!" Bindarine yelled again, raising his sword in the air, ready for the wolf's attack. When the monster leaped, the ambassador was ready. Griswin found himself clamping down on metal. With a yelp, he jumped away, and began to look for a place to attack.
"Griswin, you must see there is no way to win. Give up, please." The creature did not heed his words, but jumped again, his hate consuming him. Bindarine slashed him, and the creature howled in pain. Red blood began to stream out, but the creature payed no heed. On his next leap, it dodged the sword, and locked it's jaws on Bindarine's leg.
"Bindarine!" Lucy cried in horror, while Corin eyed the sword Bindarine was attempting to hack into the wolf. When he had finally managed to do so, the animal finally leg go with a weak growl. Lucy hid her eyes as it lunged at Bindarine once again, and the latter finished him off with a last jab.
"Oh, it's so horrible," the young queen said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "If he only was a good beast."
"Do not dwell on it child," Sir Bindarine said comfortingly.
"Well, I think he deserved it," Corin stated, receiving no answer.
"Sir Bindarine! We must tend to your leg!" Lucy exclaimed, surveying the torn flesh with a healer's eye. She tore a strip off of the bottom of her dress, which was now almost below her knee due to all the people needing healing. She then proceeded to wrap it tightly around the wound.
"Thank you, dear, sweet Queen Lucy," the man said softly.
"Come, let us see how the battle is going, and if we may get out of here," Lucy suggested.
"Oh, you are going nowhere." King Trevelle stood in the doorway, someone else's blood staining his tunic.
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Edmund had watched as Lucy and Corin were whisked away, and he felt a sense of profound relief to know that they were safe. But then he had seen the wolf enter, and not come out, and he couldn't help but wonder. Now, he fought toward the entrance, but there were so many soldiers it was taking him a long time to reach it.
He couldn't even see the cave now, his focus was solely on the opponents coming up to challenge him. A tall, wide chested Telmarine approached carrying a large axe. Edmund grimaced inwardly. He had never been too good fighting axe men. As the man brought his heavy weapon down, the just king dodged it, swiping his own sword in defense. As the man brought the axe down again and again, Edmund, while dodging, calculatingly studied the man's form. Finding the weakness of the person you fought was the key, and Edmund could see, that while the man was built with strong limbs, he didn't appear very agile. He would lift the axe and bring it down, but his legs were slower. Edmund blocked another blow, then slashed his sword across the man's lumbering legs. The man cried in pain before falling to the ground, and a new man took his place.
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"Children," Sir Bindarine said, his face pale, and drawn. "Go further into the cave. Run away."
The Telmarine king held aloft a sword, red with the blood of unfortunate Narnian's. "Yes, run little children. Run. Or the big bad king might get you," he mocked, a maniacal grin of one of loves war on his face. Sir Bindarine was growing weaker, but he managed to stay standing, and lift his sword.
"Go children. I'll hold off this man."
"We can't leave you," Lucy protested.
"Bindarine, you are a traitor," the king interrupted, his eyes flashing with anger. "I do not tolerate traitors. None who have betrayed me have ever survived."
"I have only done the right thing," the nobleman responded. And he told the children to leave again. Finally, feeling very awful with the decision, Corin and Lucy ran to the back of the cave, where they found a tunnel.
"You will die dog," Trevelle's voice echoed behind them, as they ducked into the tunnel. It was dark, and they could see scarcely a thing. Feeling along the wall, Lucy tried to keep track of where they were going. Suddenly, she heard boots thumping behind them.
"Here kiddies," came the voice that Lucy wished would not come. It was the voice of King Trevelle, and it meant that Bindarine had fallen.