Chapter 2: Ed to the Rescue…Again!
As Dargrip prepared to silence Lucy forever, the young Queen said, "Fine, go ahead and do it! The White Witch would be proud." She meant for this comment to hurt the Wolf, but she was surprised how well the taunt worked.
Dargrip barked ferociously, showing his terrifying mouth in full, and nearly deafening Lucy with the sound of the roar. "The White Witch!" he huffed. "As if I ever cared about her! Not even Maugrim believed in some of her evil beliefs. Before the Witch's reign, many Beasts fought her and attacked her Castle, including your friend Tumnus' own father. When the attack failed, the Wolf Packs knew they would have to protect their families: so they joined the White Witch. We were exceptionally loyal to her, not because this allegiance was ideal, but because Wolves believe in hierarchy and showing the Leader great respect."
(Lucy had the dagger in her sights now, and if she was fast she could grab it. But she needed to keep the Wolf distracted for a moment longer.) "Right," said the young Queen, "so you joined the Witch to save your own hide. That's noble!"
"I didn't do it for ME!" barked Dargrip. "Real Wolves, true Wolves, are bound to each other with such strong ties of love, devotion, and loyalty—that we would do anything to save our brother's life. If we hadn't joined the Witch, she would have killed every one of us, as she did with the Beavers."
"You forsook morality," Lucy whispered.
"What would you have done?" growled Dargrip hoarsely, turning it back on her again. "If Aslan told you to abandon your family to their deaths, what would you do? Don't preach to me until you can answer this question."
Lucy was stunned and silent.
Just then the conversation was interrupted. With a great rustling of leaves under his feet and a battle cry on his lips, King Edmund the Just came bounding through the brambles.
Edmund put all his arm-strength into striking the Wolf's side with the flat of the sword. With a yelp, Dargrip tumbled off of Lucy and onto the ground. He could have bounced back up and escaped, but instead he stood still with his tail between his legs. "Surrender," he growled.
"Very well," said Edmund. Nevertheless he kept his sharp, dark eyes on the lupine, and he held onto his broadsword.