Knights of the Order of the Lion's Redemption

by Lady of Stormness Mountain

The White Witch's Stone Knife became a legendary artifact of Narnia. The Knights of the Order of the Lion's Redemption have the sacred duty to protect it. The forgotten tale of how the Stone Knife came to Aslan's Table.

58. Homeland

Authoress's note: the following is a teaser for the forthcoming sequel to Galen and Lyra's adventures. I will be posting the story separately, so if you are interested in following it you may do so. I will likely not begin writing it in earnest for little while, but I do have significant portions of it planned. The story picks up just after Galen and Lyra's fifteenth wedding anniversary as they travel to visit Galen's family in Narnia. The story is told through the eyes of his son, Drystan, who is named for Galen's grandfather, the knight who saved the Stone Knife from the fall of Cair Paravel. He is relaying the story in letters to his own son, as he recollects the adventure. I hope you enjoy.

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Anvard, Archenland

Drystan, by the Grace of Aslan, King of Archenland and all Her Domains, Duke of Castlebay, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Bear, to Galen, Crown Prince of Archenland and Knight of the Noble Order of the Gryphon:

My dear son,

On this second anniversary of my father's passing, I hope to share with you more fully the remarkable man that your grandfather was. You, his namesake, remember him in his venerable old age, but I remember my father in his prime. His strong arms wielded sword, bow, and lance with skill beyond even my uncle the king's elite knights, but his gentle heart loved with boundless depth. As lord of our home, he loved my royal mother with humble and ardent devotion. She, his lady, strengthened him with wise counsel and unswerving support. They shared a single will, forged in some great battle now lost to the tales of men. And from time to time, as he looked out over the Sea, I would catch a glimpse of strange light in his keen eyes, a glimmer of peace beyond mortal ken.

When I was thirteen, we returned for a time to his homeland, and in that journey I finally began to understand my Narnian father. I recount this story for you now, my son, that you too might cherish his memory and remember the Narnian heritage that the kings of Archenland shall evermore bear. We carry two mantles, you and I: the leadership of one proud nation and the sacred memory of another. May you bear them well.

Yours, etc.