Chapter 5
Lucy's POV
With a soft grin, I brushed my new horse, given to me by the duke of Archenland. The duke was obviously interested in me, but there were too man things on my mind lately to let myself get sucked into things. My new horse was a lovely russet colored; you didn't see many of them in Cair Paravel. Deciding a name was difficult, I already had my other two horses: Thunder and Chestnut. This was going to take me awhile, so I decided to get an early start on my "mission".
When I was back on my guest chambers, I changed out of my riding clothes and put on my "mission" clothes. I wore a loose blouse, some gray trousers, a black vest with daggers in the pockets, and, of course, my messy, brown boots. Grabbing two small luggage bags, which I was now using to make things easier, there was a knock at the door.
Looking over, I saw the door was halfway open, the duke of Archenland leaned in. He was a handsome man, I have to say, but very arrogant. His names was Charles Windbergh, he had dark chocolate hair and twinkling blue eyes.
"Milady, I was just wondering if I could accompany you on your way back to Cair Paravel?" he said, his voice oddly hopeful.
I suppressed a sigh and said: "Forgive me, but I have plans to meet with a friend when I get across the border. He wouldn't appreciate unexpected company."
The duke flinched when I said "He".
"Very well, m'am." he said briskly, and then disappeared.
~.~
I saddled up on my new russet horse and we headed out of Archenland. We did not get too far off into the distance though, before I took a sharp turn. The way seemed to be getting darker, as I headed into rebel territory.
The road started twisting at the end it was getting a little hillier then I expected. I began to regret actually stopping in Archenland, but on the way to the rebel territory, Saber, Edmund's griffin had become ill. I had to stop, also to send word to Cristina. She needed to know where I was, so that she herself would not worry and ask too many questions that would make the others suspicious.
Three days I had spent in Archenland, three days lost from my journey. I only had four left, as my third day came to an end. The inside of a small cave which didn't seem completely dark, served as a safe camp for me and my nameless horse for now.
~.~
I woke with the sound of rain; the cave was still towering above me. Looking out into the rain, I was in no mood to get started but I had to keep going. Loading up again, I saddled no name and headed into the rain. I held my cape over my head to try and block the rain as it hit my body with great force. The rain was much heavier in this part of Narnia.
The ground soon gave way and a large river stretched between the land and the heart of rebel territory. I wasn't turning back...
For Aslan.
I rode my horse into the water; we were soaked within minutes as we came up on the other side. The heart of rebel land was much brighter than I thought it would be, but I was sure now, I will never be safe.
*Crack*
My head snapped to the right, I saw no one.
Sweat began falling from my forehead even though you wouldn't be able to tell through the rain. I kicked my horse and she headed on through the forest. We kept at a steady pace. I was paranoid intensely.
Soon, I could hear voices, I got off the horse and left her in a valley below the small hill. I climbed up the hill and gazed over the side.
It was THE HEART, there were rebels everywhere. They were talking amongst themselves, disappearing into small tents.
