Honesty and Trust | Edmund Pevensie

❉ Chapter 3: The Hide-and-Seek Game ❉

The Professor's House, England ~ September 25, 1940 ~ 8:47 p.m.

That night, after dinner, we were getting read for bed. I was sleeping with Susan and Lucy in one room, and Peter and Edmund slept in other right next to us. Lucy was in bed already, and I was sitting on the floor with Sammy in my nightdress. Edmund was changing into his nightclothes in his and Peter's room. Peter and Susan were still dressed, and we had a radio on giving us news on what is happening about the war.

"German aircraft carried out several attacks on Great Britain last night-" The male news reporter said on the radio. Susan, who was clearly unhappy about the news, walked over to the radio and flicked it off. I saw Susan look over at Peter, who was looking at Susan curiously. Susan motioned her head toward Lucy, who let out a sniffle from her place on the bed that she and Susan shared. Susan, Peter and I looked over at Lucy.

"The sheets feel scratchy," Lucy remarked, her voice breaking. She started playing with the covers absentmindedly. I felt really bad for her, she didn't deserve to have to cope with the war that was going on.

"Wars don't last forever, Lucy." I said to her, while I was petting Sammy on the floor of the room.

"We'll be home soon," Susan added as she walked over to the four-poster bed Lucy was sitting at, and put her hand on one of the beams. I looked up as I heard a noise.

"Yeah, if home's still there." Edmund said sassily as he walked in the room. He was half right; there was a small chance their home could still be standing. I looked down sadly. I had lost my home. And my mother along with it.

"Isn't it time your in bed?" Susan asks Edmund, annoyed, through a sigh.

"Yes, Mum." Edmund answered.

"Ed!" Peter said, raising his voice. Edmund let out a long sigh. He looked in my direction, and he seemed to have a apologetic look on his face, like he realised that he had said something about home, and I didn't have mine anymore.

I looked away from Edmund's gaze and turned to Lucy. Peter was telling her that tomorrow would be better.

"You saw outside. This place is huge, we can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow will be great. Really." Peter explained hopefully. Lucy gave him a weak smile, and she looked at me.

"Are you all right, Al?" Lucy asked me.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm just tired; that's all." I said.

"I think it's time for lights out," Peter said, and got up to turn the lamp off that was in the corner. Now, the only lights coming into the room was moonlight, and the dim glow from a candle on the bedside table. Peter walked over to the door into the room he and Edmund share.

"Come on, Ed." Peter said as Edmund walked sleepily to the door, and he closed it.

I was still on the ground, thinking about what had happened in just a few hours. When I stood up, Susan spoke.

"It's time for bed, Ally." Susan said.

"Okay," I responded and walked slowly over to my bed. I crawled in, put my covers on, and closed my eyes. Surprisingly, sleep came faster than expected.

^*^

The Professor's House, England ~ September 26, 1940 ~ 10:08 a.m.

The next morning, we all woke up to rain and lightning. We had already had our breakfast, in hopes that when we finished our breakfast, the rain would clear up. But it didn't. So, we were stuck inside. Lucy and I were sitting on a bench by a larger window that faced outside. Edmund was underneath a chair, doing who knows what, and Susan and Peter were playing a "game" that involved the dictionary. She was testing Peter on English words.