This is the companion to my first book, A Traitor's Tale
This follows the tale of the other four Pevensie children. This will include stories of young Genevieve from the golden age, her life with the twins and Caspian in between PC and VOTDT, and y...
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Jacqueline woke up to the sound of her newborn daughter crying. She looked beside her and saw her husband fast asleep. He'd had a busy day dealing with foreign dignitaries and trying to hold back his sarcastic remarks.
Genevieve had been having trouble sleeping the past few nights. She would wake her parents up crying every few hours.
Jacqueline climbed out of bed carefully to avoid waking her husband. She softly crept over to her daughter's crib that sat in the corner of her bedroom.
"My sweet angel," she whispered. "Why are you crying?" She knew the young baby wouldn't be able to answer her, but she asked anyway.
The baby continued to cry even after Jacqueline had tried everything. She'd fed her, changed her diaper, even burped her but the little girl just kept crying.
Jacqueline thought of one final thing to try: singing.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring is brass, mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, mama's gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that Billy goat don't pull, mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover don't bark, mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart turn round, you'll still be the sweetest little babe in town. So hush little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird..."
Jacqueline glanced down at her young daughter in her arms who was fast asleep. She smiled to herself as she laid the baby back down in her crib.
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The next night the same thing occurred. Genevieve woke her mother up crying and would not sleep again after Jacqueline fed and changed her.
Jacqueline remembered a song her father used to sing to her when she couldn't sleep as a child so she decided to try that one.
"Though my sails be torn and tattered, and the mast be turned about, let the night wind chill me to my very soul. Though the spray might sting my eyes, And the stars no light provide, Give me just another morning light to hold.
For I will not lie me down, this rain a-ragin'. No I will not lie me down, in such a storm. And if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest, until I reach another shore.
Though the only water left, is but salt to wound my thirst, I will drink the rain that falls so steady down. Though night's blindness be my gift, And there be thieves upon my drift, I will thank the fog that shelters me along.
For I will not lie me down, this rain a-ragin'. No I will not lie me down, in such a storm. And if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest, until I reach another shore.
Though my mates be drained and weary, and it seems their hopes are lost, There's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom. And though death waits just off the bow, We will not answer to him now, He shall stand to face the morning without us.
For I will not lie me down, this rain a-ragin'. No I will not lie me down, in such a storm. And if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest, until I reach another shore."
She once again looked down to see the young girl asleep in her arms. She set her down and went back to her bed. She saw that her husband was awake now and gazing at her lovingly.
"You have a beautiful voice, my darling," he whispered in his rough morning voice. "Where did you learn that song? I've never heard it before."
"My father used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep as a child. He told me it was called a sailor's prayer. I miss him so much," a tear slipped from her eye and ran down the length of her face.
Edmund reached out to brush the tear away. "Now that you've gotten our daughter to sleep, it's time for you to get some rest, I can tell you're overtired. I might need you to teach me some of those lullabies, they really seem to work."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea Eddie, we can start tomorrow after I get some sleep."
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A few nights later, Edmund was the one to wake up with their daughter.
He took care of everything she needed and when she still wouldn't sleep, he decided to try a song Jacqueline had taught him.
"Will ye go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower Near yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie, go?
If my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie, go?
Oh, the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie, go?"
Edmund smiled when he saw his daughter asleep in his arms. He put her down in her bed and rejoined his wife.
"You've got a good voice too, Eddie," Jacqueline murmured sleepily.
Edmund hugged his wife and they fell asleep like that, Jacqueline wrapped securely in Edmund's arms.
As Genevieve got a little older, she started to request that song by tugging on her father's sleeve and saying, "lassie go, daddy, lassie go."
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Author's note: hello everyone and welcome to the second book for my narnia fanfiction! There are going to be short little stories about Ed and Jackie's kids, starting with their firstborn Genevieve.
This chapter was actually based on the songs my dad would sing to me as a baby and a little girl. I grew up listening to bands like Celtic Women and the High Kings. I would beg for dad to sing "Will ye go lassie, go?" By saying "lassie go, lassie go," so Genevieve is basically me as a kid. ☺️
This occurs between events in 'Seven' of a traitor's tale
