Bravely Gentle

09

THE WITCH'S CAMP

The Witch spoke to Otmin the Minotaur who said, "The minotaurs will take the left flanks. We'll keep the giants in reserve and send the dwarves in first." She looked at the plans. "The prisoner!"

Aslan's army came in, lead by Oreius. The Witch went through camp and saw Ginarrbrik tied to the tree with a gag around his mouth. She grabbed the knife and cut the dwarf free.

"You're not going to kill me?" Ginarrbrik asked.

"Not yet!" the Witch cried, turning to Otmin. "We have work to do."

ASLAN'S CAMP

Peter and Andrew walked out of the tent and saw Oreius. They noticed Edmund talking to Aslan on a hill. The girls walked out of their tent.

"Edmund!" Lucy cried.

Peter and Andrew stopped her. Aslan and Edmund looked at them. Aslan motioned Edmund down and they joined the siblings and Andrew.

"What's done is done," Aslan said. "There is no need to speak to Edmund about what has passed."

"Hello..." Edmund greeted awkwardly.

Lucy's smile widened. "Oh, Edmund!" She threw her arms around him excitedly.

Susan soon hugged the two of them and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm a little tired," Edmund replied.

Andrew gave him a light smile. "Get some rest. It would likely do you much good."

Peter nodded. "I agree with Andrew. Get some sleep... and Edmund, try not to wander off again."

Edmund walked off to the tent he would be sharing with Peter to get some rest.

A few hours later, he came out from the tent for breakfast.

He grabbed a piece of toast from the table the children were all sitting at and Lucy gave him a small smile. "Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed."

Peter took a moment to think before saying, "Make sure you pack some up for the journey back."

Susan turned to face her brother and frowned. "So we're going home?"

"You are. I promised I'd keep you three safe. But there's no reason I can't help and stay."

Andrew shook his head. "No, Peter. The prophecy calls for all five of us."

Lucy glanced at Andrew and said, "He's right. They need us... all five of us!"

Peter glanced at his youngest sister. "Lucy, Andrew, it's too dangerous. You almost drowned! Edmund was almost killed!"

"Which is why we have to stay," Edmund explained, causing everyone to look at him. "I've seen what the White Witch can do and I've helped her do it, and we can't leave these people behind to suffer for it."

Lucy took Edmund's hands just as Susan stood. "Well, I guess that's it, then."

Peter frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Susan knelt down and picked up her bow and quiver. "To get some practice."

While the boys went to a field to practice sword fighting, the girls went to the archery field. Susan aimed her bow and released the arrow, trying to hit a bullseye, but kept missing.

Lucy smirked at her sister and threw her dagger. Without trying, she got a bullseye.

FIELD

Peter, Andrew and Edmund rode up on horses, practising sword fighting.

"Come on! En guard!" Peter said. "Keep your sword up like Oreius showed us! Now block!"

The beavers came running up and Edmund's horse reared.

"Whoa, horsey," Edmund cried.

"My name is Philip," the horse told him, causing Andrew to laugh.

Edmund, shocked, apologised. "Oh, sorry."

"You'd better come quick!" Mr. Beaver yelled. "The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She's on her way there!"

The boys galloped off to see what the Witch wanted.