Chronicles Of Narnia : The Lost Queen

Chapter 11 : Remember That Please...

Chapter 11 : Remember That Please

"Hello..." Edmund greets shakily as he hugs me back, I break away and give him a smile.

"Oh, Edmund." Lucy says and she tackles him into a large hug, Susan doing the same after Lucy had.

"How are you feeling?" Susan asks, beginning to fuss over the boy, and Edmund smiles.

"I'm feeling kinda tired." He replies, rubbing the back of his neck, Peter steps forward.

"Get some rest, Ellea can heal you with her remedies..." Peter pauses slightly, before continuing. "And, Edmund? try not to wander off again." He finishes and I lead Edmund into the medical tent.

The nymphs and wounded all stare at him until I lead him to a secluded corner.

"Why were they staring at me?" He whispers to me as I start mopping up all his cuts.

"Some are not as hospitable as they should be." I say, avoiding his question. Then I sigh, giving up my internal battle. "They think you a traitor, I'm sorry for bring it up, Ed." I say, putting away the swabs.

I bring out my book and skim through it, my eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's okay." He says as I look at the different healing remedies mentioned, finally picking out one. "I never should've trusted her, I realise now that I was blinded by power." Edmund looks at my as I apply a leaf bandage to his chest, fixing it there with cotton dressings. "Can you forgive me?" He asks and I sit down next to him.

"I don't have to." I say and he looks at me as I retract my hand, stowing the book away. "I never disliked you, Edmund. Nor judged you. Remember that, please..." And then it's his turn to hug me.

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"Narnia isn't going to run out of toast, Edmund." Lucy teases Edmund, who is nibbling at a piece of toast. I smile at her.

"Then you better pack some for the journey." Peter says offhandedly, and I put down my goblet of juice.

"So we're going home?" Susan asks, brow crinkled and I frown at him.

"You are, I promised I'd keep you four safe but there's no reason I can't stay and help." Peter says, shrugging his shoulders. I slam my cutlery down on the table.

"But they need us...All five of us!" I say, trying my best to keep my head firmly planted on my neck and shoulders.

"Ellea, it's too dangerous." Peter says slowly, as if talking to a child. "Lucy almost drowned, you almost died of blood loss, Edmund was almost killed, and you and Susan were almost wolf food!" I stand up when he says this, my hands on the table and a cold look in my eyes,

"I'm not a child, Peter." I say coldly and I walk away. Storming into my tent to grab my sword.

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Peter and Edmund join me later, when I'm practicing sword fighting with Oreius and have cooled down a little.

"Come to apologise, High King?" I say, venom in my voice and Peter looks wounded.

"Teach Ed how to sword fight." He says as I sheathe my blade.

"Fine, Hey, Oreius?" I question and he looks at me. "Can you help me with the boys? I'll take Ed, you take Peter."

"But-" Peter begins to say but I silence him.

"It's better if I teach Edmund after all." I say and I begin to show Edmund the proper way to hold a sword.

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"Come on Ed, sword hand up like I showed you." I say from the ground, thrusting my sword in the air as Edmund sits atop his horse. The beavers come running up and Edmund's horse rears in fright, he pulls on the reigns.

"Whoa horsey!" Edmund says, I open my mouth to correct him, the horse beating me to it.

"My name is Philip." It says and I smile at Edmund's slightly shocked expression.

"Oh, sorry." Edmund apologises, and I stroke Philip's mussel.

"You better come quick the White Witch has requested a meeting with Aslan..." Mr. Beaver says and Edmund stumbles off Philip, racing back to camp as if he was running a marathon. I sigh and climb on Philip, before galloping back to camp.

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