A/N Hope you like this next Chapter! Feel free to comment. Who do you think Hoff is?

Hoff's POV

Chanson and I followed Trumpkin - for you see Chanson wished to go with me and would not be persuaded otherwise - down the maze of tunnel till he hit his room, and putting some food in his pocket, and taking off his armor but his dagger. Then he left the room and headed for the woods and I quickly followed. We walked and walked and I became very thankful that I had trained over the years. It began to remind me of when I had left Archenland for the desert, except this had a lot more sneaking around. We had walked for a many hours when I heard a sound. It was loud and strong but cool and sweet but very far away.

What is that? Ahh. The horn. Why didn't the boy blow it sooner? Maybe I will find out later.

After that we kept on walking, just behind the dwarf as not to be heard by him, and we walked for the whole night and into the morning. Chanson wasn't that happy about and neither was I, for we weren't dwarfs and weren't as good at that. Then I saw that he was heading for a shortcut that is not smart to do.

Is he stupid, he'll get caught.

The shortcut was a big open country, it avoided a big loop of river, but it was almost suicide to go there. I turned to Chanson.

"Do you think you could try and persuade him not to take the shortcut?" I whispered. He nodded and started down when we saw that the dwarf was already caught by a old fool of a man that I happen to have a strong dislike for.

Ohhh, this can't be happening, think of a plan you brain. THINK!

"Hoff, what do you think we could do to help him?" Chanson asked

"I don't know. Maybe you could try to think of something." I snapped. Chanson's face fell and I realized that I hurt him. "I'm sorry Chanson, I just don't know what to do." I quickly apologized.

"I have an idea!" Chanson exclaimed. "We could pretend to be telmarines and convince them that dumping him on the Island with Cair Paraval is the best idea, and follow him sneakily and rescue him when they're about to drop him!"

That may work. . .

"Brilliant, let's do it!"

So that is what we did, It was a bit of work to put the armor on Chanson. Then we went down and was easily able to convince the man to do that. And he told two soldiers to take him to the 'ghosts' on the Island, for that is what those stupid old telmarines believed lived there. Chanson and I had to be quiet in our boat as we made a bit of a roundabout way toward the Island. Just as we were running toward the sand we saw that they were about to drop Trumpkin into the water when an arrow hit one of the men who promptly fell over into the water. And when the other saw that his companion was hit he yelped and jumped into the water and swam away.

Now who shot that arrow I glanced at Chanson who looked just as confused as I did. Then I heard a voice.

"Quick! Before she drifts!" said a very familiar voice. who said that, I know that voice! Who said it.

Right after that I saw a boy and a girl jump fully dressed into the water and pulled the boat to shore. Another boy came up and started to cut the cords that held the dwarf from running or swimming. Then Trumpkin spoke up.

"Well, whatever they say, you don't feel like ghosts." I chuckle, everyone had heard that there were ghosts on this Island. I enjoy helping keep that reputation alive. "Anyway" he continued " ghosts or not, you've saved my life and I'm extremely obliged to you."

"But why should we be ghosts?" Asked a small girl who had dark brown hair.

What is with their voices, they seem so familiar?

"I've been told all my life that these woods along the shore were as full of ghosts as they were of trees. That's what the story is. And that's why, when they want to get rid of anyone, they usually bring him down here (like they were doing with me) and say they'll leave him to the ghosts. But I always wondered if they didn't really drown 'em or cut their throats. I never quite believed in the ghosts. But those two cowards you've just shot believed all right. They were more frightened of taking me to my death than I was of going!"

Hehehe, I love those stories. I can remember the time Reep and I dressed in white and walked the shore with lamps under the cloth. Hehehe.

I glance over at Chanson and he looks worried.

"What do you think we should do?" he wonders.

"I have no idea. Should we follow behind them quietly?"

We turned our attention back to the little party.

"Oh, I'm a dangerous criminal, I am. But that's a long story. Meantime, I was wondering if perhaps you were going to ask me to breakfast? You've no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed." yeah you're not the only one

"There's only apples." The youngest girl said. What are you guys stupid! There is a ton more to eat here. I decided to take a closer look at the children. The older girl with a light purple dress had some bow and arrows on her Hey! Thief! That belongs to the High Queen. I guess I should hid the door better. The younger girl had a red dress with a light vest on. On her side is a dagger and cordial. That is the lower Queen's dagger and cordial. This is not okay. The younger boy had on a blue shirt and brown pants and a sword on his side. Again. What should be expected. Common thieves. The older boy had a light shirt and brown vest/T-shirt on and light brown pants with a sword on his side. This is wrong, that is High King Peter's sword. Well I don't care about that one. I detest him.

The party, I saw, they went and decided to fish. They got a good were talking about the castle and then the Dwarf said my thoughts.

"And who on earth -" he started, but stopped. "No matter. Breakfast first. But one thing before we go on. Can you lay your hand on your hearts and tell me I'm really alive? Are you sure I wasn't drowned and we're not all ghosts together?"

Fool of a Dwarf. No of course you're alive. Can ghosts eat and feel hunger? Of course not!

They then decided what to do with the fish and put it into the youngest boy's hat. hehehe, poor boy.

Then they started to go to the Castle, MY Castle. Chanson and I followed trying to be quiet, which I think I may be better at then Chanson. The children and Trumpkin were talking about the Island a bit. When we got to the Castle Trumpkin didn't seem to feel comfortable, and said stuff about ghosts, he seemed to be happier after the children light the fire. What is he doing? Don't the bloke's know how to cook fish? It's a good thing that they got a Dwarf with them. Hehehe. For the Dwarf did have to teach them that, and it really was a funny sight to watch them trying to eat the fish without forks.

"Hehe, look at them." I whispered to Chanson. He just grinned back at me.

"You tell us your story first. And then we'll tell you ours" Said the older boy

Man, I know his story! I'm interested in yours boy, not the Dwarf's!

I turn to Chanson "Hey, could you stay here and watch for awhile, tell me when they move onto the children's story, I'll go and check around the island and maybe on the shore a bit, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And please don't get caught."

I started walking down the path as Trumpkin started telling about the boy Caspian.