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Chapter 7
As we walked back to the dam, I wondered what on Earth Edmund would want to do with a witch. Well, she said she was the Queen of Narnia on that warrant, so maybe that's what she told him.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by growling and swift feet. I whirled around to see something not so swell.
"Bugger!" I muttered under my breath. "Uhh…Peter? T-That doesn't look so good." I pointed to the oncoming crowd.
"Oh, no," Mr. Beaver shouted. "Run for it!" We sprinted to the dam, Peter scooping up Lucy as we broke into the door. Mr. Beaver brought up the rear, shouting for his wife. "We've got company!" She scrambled around, stuffing a package full of things like food and other necessities. We heard a pair of paws scratching the door.
"Hurry!" Mr. Beaver shouted again, opening a small tunnel underground, Peter grabbing a torch to light the way. As we tunneled through, we came to a fork in the road. Mr. Beaver looked around wildly, trying to decide where to go.
"You should have brought a map!" Mrs. Beaver cried.
"There wasn't room next to the jam!" Mr. Beaver replied, and launched into the next tunnel. Peter was behind us all, trying to keep people from falling behind, especially Lucy. We finally popped out at another location, and Peter helped Mr. Beaver with rolling barrels against the mouth of the tunnel. Lucy seemed okay, but she had fallen on some stones. When Peter and Mr. Beaver were done, I realized something.
Those weren't stones. They were animals. Lucy rose slowly, looking around at the little statues. Mr. Beaver walked over to one that was standing, trying to shield himself from something.
"Badger," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, Beaver," Mrs. Beaver soothed.
Mr. Beaver sighed. "He was my best mate."
"This is what happens to those who cross the White Witch," a voice called as a fox entered the clearing. It took both me and Mrs. Beaver to hold Mr. Beaver back.
"You take one more step, you traitor, and I'll tear you to splinters," he seethed.
"Relax," the fox replied. "I'm one of the good guys."
"Oh, yeah?" Mr. Beaver demanded. "Well, you look a lot like one of the bad ones."
"An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can argue breeding later. Right now we've got to move." The fox gestured to our about-to-collapse barrel barricade.
A few moments later, the fox was dusting our tracks away as the wolves, a.k.a. The Secret Police, burst through. And us? Well, we were safely perched in the trees. Safe for now, that is.
"Hello," the fox smiled. "Lost something have we?"
"Don't patronize me!" the lead wolf-I'm assuming Maugrim-snapped. "I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans."
"Humans? Here in Narnia?" the fox smiled again. "A rather odd occurrence, don't you think?" The fox yelped after this, for one of the wolves grabbed him around his middle. Peter clapped a hand over Lucy's mouth as she prepared to scream. Mr. Beaver had to do the same for his wife. Susan and I just looked away.
"Your reward is your life," Maugrim barked. "It isn't much…but still. Where are the fugitives?"
Don't look up. Please don't look up!
"North," the fox whimpered after an eternity of silence, "they ran north." The wolves seemed satisfied at this and ran off. The one holding the fox threw him to the ground. As he landed with a whimper, we all descended the tree.
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As the sun ran away from us, we had a small fire going and Mrs. Beaver was tending Fox's wounds.
"Are you all right?" Lucy asked. Fox smiled.
"I'd like to say that their bark was worse than their bite." Then he yelped and jumped at whatever Mrs. Beaver was doing.
"Stop squirming!" she scolded. "You're worse than Beaver on bath day." We all stared at him.
He smiled sheepishly. "Worst day of the year." We all smiled and Fox stood up.
"Well, I must be on my way. Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesties. It has been an honor." He gave a sweeping bow at this. "I have been sent by Aslan himself to gather troops to the Stone Table." The Beavers' faces lit up.
"You've seen Aslan?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"What's he like?" Mrs. Beaver looked more excited than when she met us. Fox sighed.
"Like…everything we've ever heard." With that, Fox was gone.
This Aslan must be something.