(Prompt 28 was a forum drabble that will be in the compilation chapter tomorrow.)
Thanks to all readviewers! Kestral: nah, I made him up. It was originally Lewis, but then I decided that was too much and changed it to a random professor and vague reference instead.
Prompt: "There is no greater love than this: that a person would lay down his life for the sake of his friends."
He ran for the gate at breakneck speed. Shasta was shouting something, but Bree could not hear it. Then the boy shifted, and suddenly there was a great deal less weight on his back. Caught in the throes of fear, he could only be glad of the added speed. It was not until he had pelted through the gate and turned, shaking with exhaustion, that he could see what had happened.
And as he saw, a knife went through his heart. Shasta had run back toward the lion, and was screaming at it as it reached for Aravis. Bree could barely stand, but a hot wave of shame broke over him, and his head hung even lower.
You fool. How could you, the most noble of warhorses, forget everyone but yourself? You, a soldier trained for battle, abandon two comrades to face their death alone? You, braver than any Calormene horse, let a child risk his own life to save those you could not bother to remember?
Or perhaps you are not braver than the horses of Calormen. Perhaps you belong among them. For you, Narnian-born and bred, are certainly unworthy to ever look again upon its fair green hills.