Chapter 8 : You're No Good To Narnia Dead
"Now Aslan's camp is just over there by the stone table just across the frozen river." Mr. Beaver explains as we walk, pointing in the generally direction.
"River?" Susan asks, holding onto Lucy by the hand as I keep my hands firmly placed to my side.
"It's been frozen for 100 years." Mrs. Beaver explains, pointing as we come to the top a cliff, my legs shaking violently.
"It seems so far." I say weakly and Mrs. Beaver glances at me.
"It's the world dear, did you expect it to be small?" Mrs. Beaver asks and I shake my head.
"Smaller..." I say, trailling off as we continue to walk
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"Come on, before we're old." Mr. Beaver says, and I smile from my perch on Peter's back.
"If he tells me to hurry up one more time I'm going to turn him into a big
fluffy hat." Peter says, grinning and he pretends to drop me. I squeal when he does and playfully hit him on the head when he straightens back up, before doubling over in pain and wincing.
He doesn't seem to notice.
This time when I glance down at my abdomen my shirt is nearly soaked with blood, it's a wonder I've lasted so long despite being light headed and weak.
"Hurry up Son-of-Adam! We don't have all day." Mr. Beaver says.
"He is getting kinda bossy." I whisper and he smiles. The sound of bells fill my ears and the Beavers look around in panic.
"It's her! Run!" Mr. Beaver yells and we begin to run, I drop off Peter's shoulders and stumble along behind him. Clutching at my side. Mr. Beaver points to a ditch. "Quick down here!"
We huddle in he ditch, me leaning heavily in the wall, the world spinning.
"Maybe she's gone." Lucy whispers and I put a finger to my lips, making her be quiet.
"I'll go and have a look." Peter offers and I shake my head, even though it takes up so much energy.
"No, you're no good to Narnia dead." Mr. Beaver whispers to him and I close my eyes, before they snap open.
"Neither are you Beaver." Mrs. Beaver whispers back.
"Thanks dear." Mr. Beaver says and he scampers out of the ditch. We wait, and wait, silence filling the air.
"AHHH!...." Mr. Beaver yells, scaring the life out of all of us. "I hope you've been good, because there is someone here to see you." Mr. Beaver says and we scamper from our hiding place.
"Santa Claus." I breathe.
"Merry Christmas, Sir!" Lucy says happily and I put a hand over my mouth. He looks just like he does in my old picture books, a big jolly old man dressed in red.
"It certainly is, Lucy. Thanks to you." He greets and I shake my head in wonder.
"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia." I whisper and he looks towards me.
"It hasn't been for a hundred years. But now the Witch's power is crumbling. " He explains and he turns to his sleigh, grabbing his back and placing it on the ground.
"Presents!" Lucy squeals and I smile at her, he smiles at her and brings out a cordial.
"Lucy, Eve's Daughter. These are for you. The juice of the fire flower. If you, or one of your friends are wounded, one drop of this cordial will restore them." He explains, then he goes back into his bag and brings out a dagger. "And though I do not expect you to use it, this."
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Chronicles Of Narnia : The Lost Queen
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