Our Long Awaited Return Book #8

Chapter 11 We've Found Them

We reached Beruna; however, it didn't take long to hear the clamour of hammer and nails and soldiers marching. We saw a whole group of Telmarine soldiers march and workers who seemed to be building a bridge. I hid between a pile of logs.

"Perhaps this wasn't the best way to come after all," Susan said to Peter.

We watched as a man, whom I thought could have been the instigator, rode a horse with two other men examining the project. We managed to leave without them seeing us, back to the river.

"Well, Lucy," Peter sighed, "You'll just have to tell us what Aslan wanted."

"You mean you believe me?" she asked, surprised.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "There is no other way this there?"

"There's mine," I said.

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Your way could have changed too."

"No, it wouldn't not like a river," I crossed my arms.

He shook his head in disgust at me. "I'm the High King, remember."

"So that's your excuse," I laughed.

"Would you two just stop? You're making this situation worse than it has to be," Ruth scolded us.

"We aren't making anything worse; it's just a friendly competition," Peter laughed. "Isn't it, Key?"

"I suppose," I shrugged my shoulders.

"But that didn't just sound like a friendly competition," commented Andrew drily, walking past us.

When we reached the precipice again, Peter asked Lucy, "So where exactly did you think you saw Aslan?"

"I wish you would all stop acting like grownups. I didn't think I saw him. I did see him," Lucy replied, annoyed.

"I am a grownup," Trumpkin said.

Edmund and I tried to hold back a laugh at Trumpkin's sarcastic response.

"It was right over...," Lucy stepped over to the edge of the cliff.

The ground gave way below her; she let out a scream.

"Lucy!" cried Susan as we all ran toward where she fell.

"Here." She answered, grinning. She had landed on a ledge that led to a path down from the cliff.

"By Jove, Lu!" I exclaimed, "Guess we find our way across the river rush after all, but we didn't have to go through so much trouble finding it." I glanced over at Peter, hoping he got the message that my way would be better.

We made it across alright and decided to call it a day.

As Andrew and I looked for firewood, I motioned to him. "Over here, Drew," I said as we gathered firewood. I picked up a few sticks and threw them at him.

"Cut it out," he glared at me.

"I thought you were strong," I teased him, "If you can't..."

"Help!" we heard someone cry.

"Who is that?" Andrew dropped his armful of firewood.

"Well, whoever it is," I crossed my arms, "She must need your assistance."

They found a young woman who lay on the ground. She sat up when she saw them.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Well, my horse threw me," she said, "And I think I might have hurt my leg."

"May I look at it?" I questioned as I knelt down beside her. "I might have a few expertise on leg injuries; our brother wants to be a doctor and he tells us everything."