The Call (Lucy/Caspian)

Chapter 15

[Lucy's Dress]

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The tired party was welcomed in the courtyard by King Edmund and Prince Rilian by mid-afternoon that day.
Not even an hour after arriving, a warm scented bath had been mysteriously drawn for her, and Lucy lost track of time as she relaxed in the luxurious tub.

Once the water turned cold, she quickly washed her hair and body and moved onto getting herself readied for supper.
Lucy had no trouble picking out what to wear. She put on an elegant sleeveless ball gown the color of sapphire with beautiful embroidery that was designed to match her Narnian crown perfectly.

She knew Susan had always preferred a servant to dress and beautify her, but Lucy never tired of deciding how to look instead of sitting in a chair not knowing the outcome.

She brushed her hair until it lay in thick beautiful locks that reached her waist. She pinned part of her hair back, making a secure nest for her elegant silver and gold flower crown atop her head.
Just as she put the crown in place, she jumped when she heard her bedroom doors slam open.

"Peter is here." She heard Edmund say evenly as he stood in her doorway, but Lucy didn't miss the strain in his voice.

She didn't need to read his thoughts to know why he had come to her, and when she started to stand up, Edmund left, knowing exactly what his sister was going to do.
She gracefully walked toward the middle of her bedroom where a golden chest lay at the foot of her bed. She lifted the latch, and grabbed the familiar pure diamond bottle that was halfway full of a thin blood red liquid substance.
She shut the chest, leaving the weapons where they were, and walked at a quick pace to the main parlor where she knew they would be.

The walking didn't last long, however, and she broke into a run, fearing it was too late. She ran and ran until finally she reached the beautiful parlor entry.

"I'm here." She said breathlessly as she looked ahead and saw Edmund, Caspian, Trumpkin and a beautiful young woman whom she guessed to be Elwyn, was standing over one of the numerous couches where she saw Peter lying, looking fatally colorless.

"What happened?" She asked quickly as she walked toward them.

No one answered, so Elwyn obliged. "Vartan." She said quietly, but Lucy didn't miss the edge in her voice.

"Give me some room." Lucy grumbled as she picked her way through until she sat on the edge of the couch.

She quickly analyzed him.

"What happened?" she asked again, knowing the information would help greatly in her investigation.

"Vartan caught up with us after we escaped, and Peter just couldn't give it up, and Vartan is quick so he nicked Peters leg with his sword faster than I've ever seen it done." She added shaking her head.

"Yeah he's quite good at getting into trouble." Edmund added while Lucy barely heard as she focused on the task before her.

She felt heavy hearted as she saw a puss filled gash that was at least six inches long and was completely infested with gangrene. The wound was so deep, she could see a great deal of his leg bone, and all around the horrendous gash, his leg was bright red and irritated with a numerous amount of deep green veins running up his leg, signaling his blood was already poisoned.

Ever since she had been gifted with her healing cordial that one Christmas morning, Lucy had always been interested in the art of healing.
And as Lucy grew up in The Golden Age, she grew to be a great warrior and fought in most battles, while Susan hated the thought of bloodshed. But when every battle ended, she was always one of the few to help the wounded.
Mrs. Beaver taught the young girl everything she knew, whether it was correctly cutting an arrow from flesh, to curing the common cold.