The plan seemed perfect. I had discovered that our guest was blown into our world by the very concoction that had injured our fauns. And so, with the help of the rest of the council, I was able to obtain several barrels of the powder and place them around her room. After all, if it was capable of sending her to pollute our land, surely it could send her back as well? But I am now convinced that nothing can harm or impact her unless she wills it. Dozens of screams and gasps and a few hundred words later, there she stood amidst the rubble, sword in hand and eyes blasting dragon fire, with not a hair or jewel out of place. She is invincible.
And what was it that drove me, a loyal lord and councilor of Narnia, to this deed? It was a young nobleman, and one who had not even been born into the position, for there are none of those in Narnia. It was a position he had earned by his courage and his sword, protecting his fellow Narnians. And he was destroyed by my monarchs. His fault? He dared to court the visitor. My kings viewed this as a threat to themselves, and now the people are on verge of revolution over this abuse of royal authority. And so we were driven to act, for the sake of Narnia.
To commit treason against our Aslan-appointed monarchs, as much as they have failed as our rulers, would be unthinkable. Our only course of action was to act against the visitor, in the desperate hope that this would save our monarchs and our country. But we did not reckon on the power bestowed upon her.
And so now I stand, disgraced and in chains, before the monarchs. I believe that this is the first time they have met together in court for years, but it does not matter anymore. I will not betray Tumnus and the others, and they understand this. Though it pains them, they understand that someone must remain, to endeavor to contain this madness. Yet my task, to accept the disgrace and punishment, seems far easier than theirs.
The High King is all for relieving my head from my shoulders. I am a proud man; I will stand and die as a faithful servant of Aslan should, with the belief that I did my duty. And yet judgment is about to fall like the vortex of various-colored thunderbolts our visitor's eyes resemble.