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Makeeda and Edmund followed the centaurs into the camp, murmurs quickly growing amongst the crowd. They were lead to a tent in the middle of the camp then told to wait there for Aslan to come. After the centaur was in the tent for a few moments, the folds opened, a mighty lion stepping out into the sun. Makeeda's heart quickened, every myth she'd ever heard about Aslan turning to truth in that moment. She bowed, Edmund copying what she did.

"Rise, Son of Adam." Aslan said. Edmund stood. "And you who brought him here."

Makeeda looked up to him, standing up.

"She was in the camp with the Witch's army." the centaur said.
"You were taken, were you not?" Aslan asked her.
"Yes, I was."
"What of the rest of your people?"
"As far as I know, they are dead." she said, hanging her head.
"You practice her magic."

Makeeda looked up at him again.

"She forced my hand."
"A Dalish should never practice magic if they were not born to do so… I believe you."
"Thank you." she said, bowing to him.
"I must know that you will not use magic against this army."
"I promise, your majesty." she replied.
"You have my thanks for bringing Edmund here safely."
"I did it in service of your army."

Aslan stepped forward, stopping only inches from her face.

"Your skills would be very helpful in battle." he told her.
"Then I wish only to be of service to you."
"I will knight you in front of my camp, so all know you are an ally from this moment forward."

Makeeda felt a great deal of unworthiness rising within herself. She had not done anything special to deserve a knighting, not in her eyes. She refused to argue though, kneeling before him silently. He put his paw on her shoulder.

"Rise, Dame Makeeda, of Dalish Elves. Lady of the forest, and protector of the Kings and Queens of Narnia." Makeeda was proud to have such a high honor. She knew she would uphold this title, even if her life depended on it. She stood, feeling the crowd around her grow excited to have another ally. "Please, allow me to discuss the matters at hand with Edmund."

Makeeda nodded, following the centaur to another tent. Upon entering it, she saw three other people inside. They stood, seeing the centaur had brought a new arrival to their camp.

"My Lady, this is Queen Lucy, and Susan, and High King Peter." Lucy was the youngest, her hair short and a smile on her face. Susan had shoulder length hair, looking interested in Makeeda. Peter was the oldest, stepping forward as to respond for them. "This is Makeeda. She protected your brother while he was with the Witch."

Lucy hugged her excitedly.

"Thank you!" she said.
"Ed is here?" Susan asked.
"Yes, your majesty." the centaur said.

They all left the tent, seeing Aslan speaking with Edmund a little ways outside of the camp.

"Edmund!" Lucy said.

He turned at the sound of her voice, then continued his conversation. When they came back, Aslan spoke before anyone else could.

"What's done is done. There's no need to speak to Edmund about what is passed." he told them.

Edmund's family nodded and Aslan walked away.

"Hello." he said.

Lucy hugged him tightly and he gladly hugged her back. Susan hugged him with her, happy to see their brother.

"Are you alright?" Susan asked.
"I'm a little tired."
"Go get some sleep." Peter told him.

Edmund's expression changed to sadness at the lack of Peter's happiness to see him as he began walking away.

"Edmund?" Peter said. He turned back to his older brother. "Try not to wander off."

Edmund smiled with Peter, a silent exchange of happiness between the two of them. Makeeda tried following Edmund to the tent, but Aslan stopped her on the way.

"Makeeda, he is safe. You do not need to protect him."
"Right…" Makeeda said, staying with the lion as Edmund continued towards the tent.
"I have another task for you."

Makeeda held a bow in her hand, disliking how uneven the weight was in her hands. She shook her head, hanging it up on the weapon rack.

"That's the last one…" a fawn said, putting his hand on his hips.
"I guess I'll just have to get used to the one that was least different from my own."
"We can try remaking yours…"
"Thank you for the offer, but you will never recreate a Dalish bow."

He handed a bow to her, letting her feel the balance of it once more.

"This is the one you liked the most."
"It is so small…"
"Dalish have longbows?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps you can get it back after the Witch is defeated?"
"If she hasn't destroyed it, maybe…"

Makeeda looked over to the tent's opening, seeing Lucy and Susan there now. She smiled at them.

"Lunch is ready." Lucy said, smiling at her.
"Thank you." Makeeda said. "I will join you."

She strapped the quiver to her back, along with the bow before following them to the little table that Peter and Edmund sat at. The girls all sat with them, digging into the food that was laid out before them. After a few silent moments, Peter got up and began pacing. Makeeda knew he was unsure of what to do to protect his family. He leaned against a boulder, watching them as they ate. Edmund, however, was not concerned about safety at the moment. He ate as if he'd never seen food before, not stopping for more than a few seconds in between bites.

"Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed." Lucy told him.

He smiled, his mouth full of food.

"I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back." Peter told them.
"We're going home?" Susan asked.
"You are. I promised Mom I'd keep you three safe, but it doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help." Peter replied.
"But they need us… All four of us." Lucy said.
"Lucy, it's too dangerous. You almost drowned, Edmund was almost killed!"
"Which is why we have to stay." Edmund spoke up. They all looked at him now. "I've seen what the White Witch can do, and I've helped her do it. We can't leave these people behind to suffer for it."

Lucy smiled, touching his hand.

"Well I guess that's it then." Susan said, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked.

She picked up her bow and quiver.

"To get in some practice."

Susan shot another arrow at the target, hitting it just off of the bullseye. She looked displeased, knowing she could do better than that if she kept trying. She looked to the other girls. Lucy pulled out her dagger, throwing it to hit bulleyes on the target. She smiled happily, looking at her sister for approval.

"Great throw, Lu." Susan said before looking to Makeeda. "Your turn."

Makeeda readied her bow, pulling an arrow tightly with the string. She took a moment to gather her wits, knowing the bow was not her own. It felt so unbalanced in her hands. She hadn't shot a bow in two years, though any true Dalish could spend years without shooting and still have a talent for it. She let go of the string, watching the arrow fly into the target. It was way off, making her drop her bow in disappointment.

"I am going to need a lot more practice." she sighed.

They heard horses galloping and turned to the source. Peter and Edmund were sparring with swords.

"Come on, Ed! Sword up, like Oreius showed us." Peter said.
"En garde!" Edmund replied.
"Now block!" Peter told him, swinging his sword.

Peter touched Edmund with it. They laughed, enjoying their time practicing together.

"Peter! Edmund!" Mr. Beaver ran towards them urgently. "The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan! She's on her way here!"