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After just a few seconds he let go of me. My eyes were wide as I stared at him.
CH. 13 The Knight of Narnia
I blinked and didn't first recognize the room I was in. Then I remembered the tent I had changed in the day before.
When I turned my head, I saw Lucy and Susan sleeping in each their bed. With a small smile I sat up. Something by the end of my bed caught my eyes. It was the white bow. I had wished the staff to become a bow, and it had worked.
I rose. It was first then I realized that the white fabric in the dress a wore the day before, had become quite dirty.
With a sigh I picked up the bow. Carefully I tested it. To my surprise an arrow appeared when I aimed the bow. My smile grew bigger and the arrow disappeared.
I put the bow on the bed and opened the chest with my name on. After some silent searching, I took up a green and silvery dress, together with a towel.
Then I sneaked out of the tent without waking any of the others.
Outside the sun was rising in east. I send a quick look toward Peter's tent, then I ran toward the river.
I found a clearing in the forest where the river floated. I smiled again and laid the stuff on the riverbank. Then I gave the forest around me a quick look before I undressed and let my body slide into the water.
It was clear like glass when I went out to the middle. The water washed over me, and somehow I felt safe.
Afterwards I took up the towel and dried myself quickly. I chuckled when I thought what embarrassing situation it would've been if someone just then found it the perfect time to take a walk to that clearing.
I took on the underskirt before I took up the corset. I didn't hear the footsteps coming closer before it was too late.
"Catty? What-" I spun and held the corset tight so the person who stared at me with blue eyes shouldn't see me half naked.
In some seconds everything was silence, then the young man quickly turned his back to me, but I could see how red his cheeks were.
I swallowed and felt myself blush. I wanted to slap myself. Why had I thought about it at all? Half of my dreams had became true, so why shouldn't my thought become true either? I had to be careful with what I thought about.
"S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to... you know", Peter stuttered.
"I-it's okay", I whispered while I quick tried to tight the corset on my back. Why did it had to be so hard? I was in desperately need of help. "P-Peter, could you... help me?" I blushed even more and stared to the ground.
"You-you want me to..." He didn't finish the sentence.
"I can't tight the corset!" I could cry. God, it was so embarrassing!
At least, I thought, he didn't come five minutes earlier.
I heard him come closer, and then I felt his hands tight the corset. He was slightly shivering, and I could understand him.
When he finished with the corset, I took up the green and silvery dress and pulled it on. Then I turned to him.
"I'm really sorry", he whispered again. "I hope you can forgive... me."
His eyes met mine. We were so close to each other that I could feel his breath on my face. A mix of peppermint, grass and earth reached me and my eyes widened. Gently Peter lifted my head with one hand, and the other he laid on my back. My heart skipped a beat and my breath went faster. I laid my hands against his chest when he pulled my closer. I closed my eyes when he lowered his head.
We heard steps and broke apart.
"Not again", Peter muttered with annoyance. "Isn't there possible to get a moment alone?"
I giggled. "We can try again if you want."
A small smile played on his lips when he glanced down at me. "What about save it for later? Then we have something to look forward to."
I smiled and took up the towel which still lay on the ground.
"Any plans for the day?" I asked as we went back to the camp.
"Both Aslan and Oreius want me to train, so I'm going to train before breakfast. Then Aslan have demanded a meeting with me, and after that... more training."
"Oh", was the only reply I gave. "Well, then... I guess you have to go. See you later." I hurried between the tents and left him staring after me in confusion. I fought to hold back the tears as I rushed into the tent where Susan and Lucy still were sleeping.
"Catty?" Susan muttered, but I didn't answer. Instead I threw the towel at the bed, took the bow and ran out before any of the others could do or say anything more.
I swallowed as I ran to the training pitch. I stopped where the targets for the archers were.
A little annoyed I dried away the tears. I shouldn't be crying like that. I should be happy! Peter had nearly kissed me... twice, so I really shouldn't cry.
I lifted the bow, and as I touched the string an arrow appeared between my fingers. I took aim at the first target and let the arrow fly. It was easy to. The arrow reached perfectly in the middle of the target. I didn't even need to try hard.
As I continued, my thoughts went to Peter, mostly because I could hear him training with Oreius.
"What's wrong, Catharina?" I jumped and turned to Aslan. He stood just a few meters away and watched me.
I sighed and dried away a new tear.
"Maybe we should take a walk", the lion who was my uncle, suggested. I only nodded and followed him.
We went in silence for a while.
"Aslan", I finally asked. "Why do we have to come here right before the war?"
"Because the war came with you", he replied cryptically and I frowned. Aslan stopped on a hill. It was the one where we had been talking the evening before.
"Why does the White Witch want me?" I asked and stared toward the mountains.
"You're a big threat to her, and therefore she want you dead", he replied. "That's why you have to learn how to use your powers properly."
I let out another sigh before I turned to him. "Fine. I shall learn what I can, only to get an end to this war and restore the peace of Narnia."
Aslan nodded. "Then listen to me."
Two hours later...
I let myself fall down at the bench and laid my head on my arms. I wasn't hungry, but I had to eat.
I had been training with Aslan the whole morning, and was really tired and exhausted. It wasn't as easy as it looked like. It wasn't only light which shone up the area.
The tricky ting wasn't to use or find the power, but to learn how to use it without getting hurt or die. There were small, easy things which didn't take much power to do, like scare someone or something away or shoot arrows of light, but there were also hard things, like transform something into something else, or to put up a magical shield.
"Catty! I've been looking for you!" Susan sat down beside me and I lifted my head. "By Aslan's Mane, you look terrible!" she exclaimed with a horrified look.
"I've been training with Aslan for about two hours", I replied and let my forehead fall down on my arms again.
"Maybe you should eat a bit", she suggested.
"I'm not hungry", I muttered.
"At least drink something. It will help, I promise", she encouraged.
I sighed for at least third time that morning and took a piece of the bred on my plate. It tasted really good, but then suddenly Peter appeared. He sat down on the opposite side of the table and smiled tired.
I bit my lower lip as it began to tremble. There is no need to cry, I told myself. It didn't work. I rose.
"See you... later", I said before I ran.
"Hey, Catty!" I heard Susan shout after me, but I didn't wait for her. Instead I ran as fast as I could. I pushed away the fabric hanging in front of the opening to the tent. It was empty.
I fell over on the bed and cried with heartbreaking sobs. I didn't know why.
Susan sat down beside me and stroke my back carefully.
"What's wrong?" she asked. After some more seconds I turned over on my side.
"E-earlier this m-morning", I began, "I w-went down to t-the r-river to take a b-bath. After I w-was finished, P-Peter came. W-we n-nearly kissed, but w-were interrupted."
"But, Catty, that's nothing to cry for", she whispered.
"N-no, but h-he have t-training the w-whole day and n-no time t-to stay w-with me!"
"Oh, Catty!" Susan pulled me into a comforting hug. "I'm sure he wants to spend a lot more time with you!"
I buried my face in her shoulder and sobbed while she rubbed my back.
"Hey, what do you say about us and Lucy going down to the river and do something fun?" she asked after a while.
I pulled away from her, sniffed and nodded. She dried away my tears. "Don't think about that stupid brother of mine. You should have a day off, and what better than spending it with some friends?" I smiled and she dragged me to my feet. "Let's go and find Lucy."
We found the youngest of the Pevensies sitting by the end of the table, talking with Peter. When he saw me, his eyes got filled with concern.
"Take Lucy down to the river. I have to talk with Peter", Susan told me before she took her brother's arm and dragged him away from the table. I sat down beside Lucy who beamed at me.
"Su, what's wrong with her?" I heard Peter ask.
"She's sad, don't you see that?"
"Yes, but why?"
"Because she feels ignored, you idiot! You have training the whole day and no time for her, so of course she feels ignored and alone."
"But I have to do it if I want to get Ed back!" Peter's voice was rising, and Susan hushed at him.
"Just use this day to train as much as possible, then you can spend more of tomorrow with her. I'm going to take her and Lucy down to the river, just so they get something else to think about, okay?"
I turned to Lucy and didn't want to hear the rest of Peter and Susan's conversation.
"You look happy", I smiled at the young girl. "Have something happened?"
"Nothing really", she replied. "I'm just happy because we're here."
I thought about what she said. Maybe I should just enjoy it while I could.
As the three of us went down to the river, I took in the environments. I hadn't really seen the beauty of the nature. The fresh, green grass, the beautiful blue and clear sky, the sound of the water and the flowers.
We followed a small path back to our tent which stood close to a swing in the river. A huge tree bowed out over the river, and I was quite sure I heard it whisper a greeting to us as we approached.
I hadn't really realized how far from the rest of the tents our and Peter's tent stood, and somehow it worried me. I didn't understand why, but then I didn't try to either. I didn't want to worry.
I sat down under the tree and watched some small animals hunting each other not far from us.
"It's quite unbelievable that Mum haven't used one of these since before the war", said Susan while she stroke the green fabric of her dress.
"We should take a whole trunk full back to her!" Lucy exclaimed with a smile.
"If we ever get back", Susan replied and I frowned at her. "I'm sorry, we used to have fun, right?"
"Yes, before you got boring", laughed Lucy and I smiled at the two sisters.
"Oh yeah?" Susan splashed some water at Lucy who jumped away, wet and laughing. I giggled when the small girl splashed water back at Susan.
It was then I got that bad feeling. Something was about to happen. I rose and glanced around. What would happen?
Susan came toward me. "What's wrong? I thought we were going to have fun today!"
I smiled and tried to hide my worries. "Sorry, yes we-" I stopped when Susan took one of the two towels which were hanging over a low branch. Behind a know wolf-face appeared.
"Please, don't run. We're tired and would prefer to kill you quickly."
Susan screamed, then she threw the towel at the wolf. She ran to the place where her bow, quiver and horn were laying. She picked up the horn and blew in it. Three times.
Meanwhile I helped Lucy up into the tree. "Come on!" I shouted to Susan who ran over to me and climbed up in the tree.
I swallowed and lifted my hands. If I didn't do something, what ever, we all would become wolf-dinner. I hated the idea, but that didn't help me either.
The wolf snarled and jumped toward me. I thought about the shield I made some days earlier and wished I could do it again. Nothing happened and the wolf's jaw closed around my hand. I screamed in pain and punched him. He let go of my bleeding hand and I clenched it to my chest. I was trembling.
"Come on", I muttered, but no light appeared this time.
"Catty!" Lucy cried from above me.
"GET BACK!" someone shouted and took the wolves attention away from me. With my back to the stem, I saw Peter.
He ran toward us with his sword pointing at the wolves. He crossed the river which wasn't deep right there. Then, instead of just attack them, he began to circle around them until he stood in front of me.
"Come on", one of the wolves growled with his eyes fixed on Peter. "We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you."
"Peter, watch out!" Susan shouted from above me.
The wolf who hadn't been speaking, was trying to sneak up behind Peter to attack his back while his attention was on the first wolf. The second wolf's plan, however, failed when Aslan appeared and pinned him to the ground under his paw.
A group of soldiers – including Oreius – came up behind the lion with unsheathed swords. Oreius prepared to attack the wolf in front of Peter, but Aslan stopped him.
"No, stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle."
I stared at Peter's back. He made no move to attack the wolf, just kept his sword pointing at the wolf who snarled.
"Peter, I know you can do it, and if you don't trust me or want to do it to save me, Susan and Lucy... then do it for the rest of Narnia", I told him. My voice was trembling, though my body had stopped.
The wolf in front of the young king chuckled, and it wasn't that kind of chuckle Peter could come with. "You may think you're a king", the wolf said, "but you're going to die... LIKE A DOG!" And with those words he threw himself at Peter who had moved away from the tree.
A scream of shock and fear came from me as they fell to the ground, while Susan cried: "Peter!"
The two sisters slid down from the tree and rushed over to where Peter lay with the wolf covering him.
I couldn't move from my spot, only watch as Susan and Lucy pushed the dead wolf off Peter. He sat up with a confused look. I sank down with my back to the stem, breathing hard and with closed eyes.
I more felt then heard that Aslan let go of the other wolf, followed by: "After him. He'll lead you to Edmund."
I opened my eyes and saw at the three siblings. Peter held Susan and Lucy in a hug, and then he saw at me. I swallowed and rose, still clenching my hand.
Peter let go of Susan and Lucy and rose. His eyes were filled with concern. "Catty, you're hurt!"
He hurried over to me and gently took my hand.
"I-I'm okay. It's just a bite", I stuttered and blushed. I couldn't understand why I did so. We had almost kissed twice, and here I blushed and stuttered because he took my hand?
"You have to get it cleaned", he said without listening to me.
"Peter, clean your sword", Aslan said. Peter turned to him.
"But, sir, her hand!"
"It's okay, really", I told him. "Do as Aslan told you."
With a last concerned look at me, he walked over to the dead wolf, pulled out the sword, and after looking at it in some seconds, he dried away the blood on the wolf's fur.
Then, on purpose from the lion, he knelt in front of him. "Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane, Knight of Narnia."
Peter rose, and right then his face was filled with only one feeling. Happiness.
Yes... Chapter 13 finished, and you have to wait at least one day, if not two, to read next chapter. You might be happy to know that I've got all the inspiration I need to finish this story, so probably between two and four chapters more.
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