It was early the next morning that Kloi came out to the courtyard and saw a new stone statue. It was a faun, face frozen in a cry of agony. Tumnus. She glanced across the courtyard and saw her mother standing beside the sled, waiting. For a moment, she couldn't hide the hate in her eyes. Fortunately, Jadis wasn't watching her just then. The Witch's eyes were fastened on Edmund. Ginnibrik, a dwarf in Jadis's service had brought him up from the dungeons. They had paused for a moment as Edmund stared in horror at the statue that had once been Tumnus.

"When you're ready, son of Adam." The Witch said coolly.

Ginnibrik shoved him forward. He moved slowly, still staring at Tumnus. Kloi crossed the courtyard, her hate carefully hidden again.

"Ready to go, darling?" Jadis asked upon seeing her.

"I am ready, mother."

She stepped into the sled and settled on the seat beside her mother, who wrapped her furs around her daughter. The gesture was almost affectionate – but Kloi knew that her mother didn't love her. She only pretended to.

Edmund was forced to sit at their feet.

They set off. Kloi studiously ignored the boy, while Jadis occasionally glanced down at him smugly. As they traveled, the weather became steadily warmer, and the sled began to have problems in the melting snow. Soon the reindeer were struggling to drag it through mud and grass. The snow was all-but gone – the only white spots left were in shadowy corners, sheltered from the sun by the leafy branches of trees.

Jadis was… not pleased. When they finally reached the river, they left the sled. Jadis stared at the tumbling water-fall in dismay and disgust. Behind her mother's back, Kloi smirked.

Aslan's magic and the hope brought by the four children was already weakening the Witch's magic and healing the land. Somehow, Jadis had found out that Aslan was in Narnia – Kloi wasn't sure how. Perhaps she had persuaded the information out of Edmund. If he had said something… Kloi couldn't really blame him. Her mother was brutal and sadistic.

"It's so… warm out." Ginnibrik complained, about to take off his heavy coat.

Jadis turned and glared at him, and he paled, fixing his coat again.

"I'll go – check the sleigh."

Edmund's mouth twisted into an odd shape as he tried not to laugh at the dwarf. Kloi sent him a warning look, but he didn't see it. At least her mother hadn't seen his amusement.

"Your majesty!"

The trio whirled to see Maugrim and his wolves. One of the wolves held in his mouth a little red fox. Kloi paled slightly, but forced herself to not respond. She knew the fox – he was one of Aslan's main messengers. He was the one who usually carried information back and forth between spies (including Kloi) and the Stone Table, where Aslan had set up his main camp.

The fox glanced at her, but knew that she could do nothing. He focused his gaze on Edmund.

"We found the traitor. He was rallying your enemies in the Shuddering Wood." Maugrim announced.

The wolf holding the fox threw it onto the ground in front of the Witch. It grunted in pain, and carefully stood up.

"Ah. Nice of you to drop in." The Witch said, making her voice light and cheerful. "You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now." Her voice grew dark and dangerous, and her eyes narrowed.

The fox hung his head. "Forgive me, your majesty."

Kloi was surprised. It wasn't like her little friend to act like this. He was a defiant little fox, Kloi had fully expected him to stand tall and say loudly that he would never help such a horrid witch.

"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery." The Witch scoffed.

"Not to seem rude – but I wasn't actually talking to you." He looked directly at Edmund, making his point obvious.

Now that was more like what Kloi had expected.

Jadis looked from the fox to Edmund, then glared at the fox and pointed her wand straight at it. "Where are the humans headed?"

The fox just stood there, a defiant look on its face. Jadis moved her wand back to shoot her magic at the fox, but Edmund jumped in the way.

"No! Wait! The beavers said something about the stone table, and that Aslan had an army there!"

Jadis paused, and raised an eyebrow. "An army?"

Edmund stepped back, conflicted. It was obvious that he knew he shouldn't have said anything – or at least shouldn't have said so much. But… It was also clear that he didn't know what else to do to save the fox. Kloi felt nothing but sympathy for him – he knew what the Witch could do; he'd seen it before, with Tumnus. He couldn't bear to stand there and not do anything. Which was exactly what Kloi had to do. She forced herself to stay still.

"Thank you, Edmund." The Witch said softly, then continued, her voice growing harsher and colder with each word. "Well, I'm glad this creature go to see some honesty – before he died!" With her last words she froze the fox, turning him into a stone statue.

"NO!" Edmund cried.

Jadis turned on him, and slapped his face with enough force to send him to the ground. How he managed to stay mostly upright was beyond Kloi. Jadis then grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.

"Think about whose side you are on, Edmund. Mine – or theirs!"

She then stalked away, leaving Edmund staring at the stone fox with tears in his eyes. He glanced away when he heard her voice again. He was glad to see that she wasn't talking to him – she was talking to her wolves. His relief was short-lived when he heard her words.

"Go then. Gather the faithful. If it is a war Aslan wants, then a war he shall get."

Kloi didn't know what to do. This – this was the perfect moment to get Edmund out of here. She could get him across the river easily, and then they would be safe until they reached Aslan's camp. But – if she took him and ran, her mother would definitely figure out where her true loyalties lay… And then she wouldn't be able to send Aslan any more information. She hesitated.

While she was lost in thought, Jadis told her to bring Edmund and follow her. When Kloi didn't respond, she glanced over her shoulder and tried again.

"Kloi!"

Said girl jerked out of her thoughts. "What? Forgive me, mother. Did you speak to me?"

"Yes, I did." Jadis's eyes showed her displeasure. "Bring the prisoner."

Kloi made her decision. Her mother would certainly kill Edmund now that she knew where Aslan was. She had to get the human boy out of there before Jadis could harm him.

"Very well, mother. I shall take charge of the son of Adam. Come here, Edmund."

Her mother raised an eyebrow, as Kloi's words were slightly odd. Edmund shuffled over to the girl, wondering what was going on and afraid of punishment if he disobeyed.

Kloi looked at the woman who had birthed and raised her. "Goodbye, Jadis."

"Kloi, what – "

She was cut off as Kloi grabbed Edmund's arm and pulled him over the edge of the ravine in which the river lay. He let a rather girlish shriek escape him before he clamped his mouth shut.

"KLOI!" Jadis shouted, understanding and rage flooding her features. "GET THEM!" She screamed at her wolves.

Kloi and Edmund fell into the river. Once they were underwater, Kloi pulled him close beside her and teleported them to the outskirts of the forest surrounding the camp. She would have brought him straight to the camp, but she knew how teleporting was the first couple times, especially for non-magical beings. She wanted to give Edmund a while to pull himself together before he was the center of attention.

He collapsed the moment she let go of his arm. Kloi dropped down on the ground beside him, and gently cradled his head on her lap.

"There, it's alright." She murmured softly.

He was staring vacantly straight up, gasping for air as though he'd just been saved from drowning, and didn't seem to hear her words, let alone register them.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, and then gently kissed his forehead. It didn't seem strange to her. Though she looked only a few years older than Edmund, she was actually several hundred years old.

Jadis had forced her to eat one of the apples from the Garden, giving her immortality. Her body had stopped aging at about eighteen years old. As long as she was in this form, she would never age. She wasn't easily hurt, and wouldn't be easily killed either.

Kloi hummed softly, still trying to help Edmund. Teleporting disoriented first timers, and often left them feeling sick. For those without magic of their own, it would do far more. If the distance traveled was far enough, it could knock the person unconscious – or even kill them! This distance was fairly short, so it didn't actually harm Edmund. But it would be a while before his system recovered.

After an hour, Kloi deemed him fit to travel. He had regained his senses after fifteen minutes or so, but was still weak and dazed. By the time that they set out for Aslan's camp the sun was beginning to fall. A wolf ran past, its tail tucked between its legs. It didn't even glance at them.

Kloi tensed, and shoved Edmund behind her. She didn't know what the wolf was running from, and she wasn't taking any chances – not while she had one-fourth of Narnia's only hope with her.

When the column of Narnians came thundering toward them, however, she relaxed.

"Orieus! Hey Orieus!"

The centaur leading the charge slowed slightly and saw them. Instantly he gave some sort of signal, and all the Narnians stopped.

"Kloi?"

"Hey. I have someone here you lot might be glad to see… And hopefully his siblings will be glad as well."

Orieus sized Edmund up, then gave said sharply over his shoulder, "Forget the wolf. He is nothing. The son of Adam must be taken to Aslan."

"We teleported very recently. You know personally the affect that can have on a non-magical being, Orieus. He is doing very well, considering the distance we traveled, but is yet unstable."

Orieus nodded and motioned to two of the fauns. "Help him. We will go slowly." Then he turned back to Kloi. "Mrs. Beaver gave me your message."

"Oh, good." She smiled up at him. "I have missed you, my friend."

He simply smiled in response, and offered her his hand. She shook her head.

"I can't justify riding while Edmund walks."

Orieus nodded, but did not offer to carry Edmund. It was clear to Kloi, who knew him well, that Orieus did not think much of the human – probably because he had betrayed his family. Orieus was loyal to the death, loyal almost to a fault. That someone could do something like Edmund had was beyond the scope of his understanding. And a person who did such a thing was beyond his forgiveness.

They made their slow way back to the camp. Orieus and Kloi talked softly the whole way.