One beautiful, warm and sunny day in Narnia the Rabbit decided to go for a trip that was longer than his usual walks, to the meadow and back to his cozy hole in the ground that was his home. The main reason was his growing appetite for a particular kind of flowers, little white ones, with "cup" shaped petals. They were the sweetest flowers he had ever tried and although the regular rabbits preferred rather carrots, salads, green leaves or even grass, he fancied those little flowers a lot more. He was also not a regular rabbit. He was one of the Talking Rabbits, and his family tree was centuries old, perhaps it started even together with Narnia itself, when Aslan chose the animals to become the Intelligent Ones, as the Rabbit thought about himself. To be honest, he was a little bit proud, and felt in general not only smarter than the regular rabbits (which wouldn't be that hard, really), but also wiser than the other Talking Animals. He loved to brag about it, which was very irritating. But nevertheless, he was also cute looking and impressive, at least to the smaller animals. Like the Hedgehog, for example. The Hedgehog met the Rabbit on the path and would have passed him by after a polite "hello", but that time something else got his attention, so he stood in the middle of the path and the Rabbit almost tripped over him. If you never tripped over a hedgehog you should know the experience doesn't belong to the nice ones.

"Get out of my... what are you looking at?" the Rabbit shouted, very annoyed, as the Hedgehog not only almost made him trip, but was ignoring him completely, staring at something above the bushes. The Rabbit had no choice but to also look up.

"There is something going on at the field belonging to Cair Paravel. It looks like a bottle. The Hedgehog said slowly. They stood in the shadow of a gigantic oak tree, one of those that also must have remembered the beginning of the world. The Rabbit looked down and shook his head with disapproval.

"You mean a BATTLE, not a bottle. Yes, it looks like it. But there are no enemies around, so why would there be a battle?" He wondered, observing hundreds of arrows appearing above the trees, and disappearing again."

"Yes, yes. No enemies. Of course. So why are they shooting?"

"How can I know," The Rabbit felt irritated and jumped a little bit closer, to see what was going on at the field. And there was a lot going on! At first, he saw a formation of centaurs, fully armed, shooting arrows, one after another so there were always waves of arrows in the air, as when one finished, the other one was just starting. The Rabbit thought it looked like a rain and how poor would be any creature who would find itself on the opposite side of the field. After a few minutes the rain of arrows stopped and suddenly, a dozen or more of dwarves ran from between the centaurs' legs, carrying heavy axes and swords and created two formations, shouting loudly and challenging each other. They ran in pairs and were hitting the opponent with everything they had, trying not to kill, but to threw one another out of balance.

"Look at that..." The hedgehog apparently also decided to watch, as he joined the Rabbit and stared in amazement.

A bright silhouette on the white horse entered the field and shouted to the dwarves.

"Faster! You need to be faster. Do not hesitate and do not break the formation. Use your second hand as well. Yes! Two swords are better than one."

She was dressed in male's armor and from a distance she could have easily been mistaken with prince Corin, of even King Peter. But when she moved closer to the edge of the forest, her long, golden hair was clearly visible and the Rabbit had no doubt that it was a woman with not only one, but two swords in her hands, manipulating them with acrobatic skills and incredible strength, rushing around the field, shouting orders and soon the dwarves stepped aside and the other rain of arrows flew in the air. The way she moved looked very disturbingly familiar and for a moment the Rabbit forgot his irritation.

"If I didn't know better I would think the White Witch is back." He murmured with concern. He also lived longer than the regular rabbits, long enough to remember the Winter Times very well. But then the woman on the horse turned her face in their direction, and laughed. The Rabbit shook his head again, with relief. Ridiculous thoughts! That was no one other but queen Lucy before them, for Aslan's Sake. His mind must have tricked him. Mr. Hedgehog nearby didn't seem to pay attention at all, he was chewing something that he found in the grass.

"Hey, that's my flowers! Give it to me!"

In the meantime, queen Lucy, who didn't realize her training was watched, slowed down and looked at her troops with apprehension.

"Perfect!" Now blow your horns and trumpets, show how powerful you are!" She said and the centaurs took the horns and trumpets and blew so loud that even the dwarves on the field could barely stand on their feet and some of them were covering their ears.

Queen Lucy laughed at that and commented that those who cannot stand the loud music should maybe put some wool around their heads for protection (and received a burst of laughter and an applause from the centaurs) and added that she herself had heard dwarf babies crying louder. Some of the dwarves looked at her very ashamed and a few of them felt offended, but soon the training was over and Lucy announced a great amount of beer awaiting them in the castle.

"But don't you even think of getting drunk. We are training tomorrow at the same time. You need to stay focused!" She smiled to her troops and also headed back to the castle.

Lucy left her horse in one of the stables and closed to Cair Paravel from the side entry, so she couldn't see a rumor at the main gate. Neither she looked towards the pier, where the shape of Splendor Hyaline at the dock, and an excited crowd of villagers would tell that the Queen Susan and King Edmund had returned. Lucy passed the side door, then the kitchen, to finally close to the stairs when she heard unusually raised voices. She ran towards them intrigued and then froze. The guards that happened to belong to the family of Mr. Tumnus were holding a big, white fox, tied up and struggling. Lucy recognized Tom.

"I am asking you for the last time. How did you get to queen Lucy's bedroom, traitor?"