The Honest without The Brave // Narnia

Chapter 3

Smiling as I past the crew, I watch in curiosity as they continue about with their particular duties.  Some are working with rope, others cleaning the deck - a few even sharpening weapons with wide grins. As I make my way onto the main deck after Lucy, I hear Caspian's voice sounding out above the sound of the ocean clapping against the wooden ship.

"Excuse me lads, I don't suppose you've seen two lovely looking ladies around have you?"

I furrow my eyebrows and spin around in a circle, wondering who the King is talking to. However, as he begins chuckling along with Edmund, I realise that he is in fact talking to Lucy and I. I roll my eyes and feign laughter, glaring at the two as I make my way toward them - Lucy beating me to them, punching Caspian in the arm.

"Alright, we get it."

The boy winces slightly, rubbing his arm as he walks away with Edmund in tow. I sling my arm over Lucy's shoulder and giggle, whispering a soft 'smart' under my breath so the boys don't hear me. The girl laughs as we trail after the boys, wandering past the crew and toward Caspian's study - up the stairs and past the wheel. As we reach the room, I watch in awe as the door swings open - the room filled with everything Narnian, including a tapestry that shows Lantern Waste. The autumn leaves are fluttering past a few humans on horses, and a closer look causes me to realise that it is Peter and Andrew trotting through the forest. I smile wistfully, admiring the tapestry before taking note of a golden figurine of Aslan himself - glistening in the sunlight that streams in. I smile to myself, silently thanking the lion for our time here, just as Lucy's voice flutters around the room.

"Look. Susan's bow and arrows."

Gazing over my shoulder, I notice Susan's weapons sitting in perfect condition - as though Caspian hasn't touched them in years. Not that I'm surprised, it must have hurt him just as much it hurt her when we left - they truly cared for one another but never got the chance to express it longer than a few days. Sighing, I admire a few paintings of centaurs and dwarves with a smile - just as Caspian's voice rings out through the silence.  

"Lucy."

Turning around slowly, I notice Caspian holding Lucy's special items in perfect condition - the healing cordial shining in the light and her dagger cleaned immaculately. The young Pevensie makes a move to grab them with a wide grin on her face, when she stops all of a sudden.

"Oh, may I?"

Rolling my eyes at her politeness, I wander closer to a painting of Cair Paravell in all of its glory - slightly saddened as I know the castle stands no more. As I hear Caspian and Lucy chatting about, a sudden thought erupts in my mind which causes me to tilt my head - glancing at Caspian with a questioning gaze.

"I don't suppose you have my things with you, do you?"

Caspian stares over at me with a smile before walking towards another shelf, pulling out my quiver which is filled with my bow and arrows. Along with it, my looking scope is shining in the sunlight which causes me to smile in glee. Quickly grabbing my treasures and muttering a soft and grateful thank you, I sigh in content - feeling a little bit more at home now that my quiver is on my back and my looking scope is dangling from my waist.

"Peter and Andrew's swords."

Edmund's voice catches everyone's attention, my eyes drawn toward the boy's own gaze - staring at the two swords sitting the corner of the room. The red rubies on the handles are glittering, reminding me of simpler times. As I stare, I notice Caspian making his way toward them with a small smile on his face although it looks as though he's feeling slightly saddened.  

"Yes. Looked after them, as promised. Here, hold Peter's if you wish."

I raise my eyebrow as he gestures the sword toward Edmund, claiming it to be Peter's. I always knew the boys had a bond with the weapons, which is why they probably could always know which was theirs, but Caspian knowing is oddly strange. Although, I'm not going to say anything, especially as Edmund shakes his head.