Chapter 5 : He Shouldn't Be Saying Anything
Snow starts falling as we get closer to Mr. Tumnus' house, where ever that is.
I'm not sure but I think Edmund steals glances of me every so often, looking guiltier by the second. Lucy is babbling about the faun, skipping around us as we make our way towards a cliff.
"...and tea and..." Lucy babble, smiling, stoping short when she notices the door that is built into the cliff face, the door wide open and knocked off its hinges.
"LUCY!" Peter yells, reaching out an hand to try and catch her sleeve as she runs into the house. We follow suit quickly, me running right behind her. My mouth drops open, everything is destroyed. Completely ransacked. I step on something and bend down, picking up a framed photo of whom I suspect is Tumnus' mother.
"Who would do something like this?" Lucy whispers, trailing her hands across the chipped mantle of the fireplace. Edmund steps on a photo, and moves his feet to show a shattered picture of Tumnus' father.
"Peter what is that on the wall?" Susan says shakily, pointing at a piece of paper on a wall by the fireplace. I run over to it and snatch it off of the wall, my hand shaking,
"The Former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting his trial on a charge of High Treason against her imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, also to comforting her said Majesty's enemies, harbouring spies and fraternizing with Humans. Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police,
Long live the Queen." I read, turning back to look at the Pevensies, hands shaking violently.
"Now we should really go." Susan says, ripping the piece of paper out of my hands and brandishing it in our faces.
"But we have to help him!" Lucy insists, hitting the paper away from her indignantly. Peter kneels down and puts his hands on Lucy's shoulders, in a comforting way.
"It's out of our hands now Lu." He says, and I stagger to a wall leaning against it.
The look that Peter is giving Lucy was the same look I got when I received the telegram, those were the same words I got from those officers, my father's comrades. A new, fresh flash of pain hits my heart.
"You don't get it do you? We're the humans!" Lucy says quietly to them and Edmund walks over to me, helps me up. "He helped us!"
"Maybe we should call the police." Peter says quietly, looking at he paper again, I growl at him.
"These are the police!" I say, snatching the paper out of Susan's hand and jabbing it at him, Edmund letting go of my arm.
"Besides, he's a criminal!" Edmund adds.
"Don't worry Lucy, we'll think of something." Peter promises, and we set off back outside, me closing the door behind us. A robin is perched on a low branch of a tree outside, singing softly.
"Psst!" The bird chirps, I rub my ears. Frowning, Did I just hear correctly?
"Did that bird just 'psst' us?" Susan asks. We hear a rustle from the bushes to the side of us, and we turn, a beaver waddling out into the open quietly.
"It's a beaver." Lucy points out and I breathe a sigh of relief. Peter begins to approach the beaver, clicking his tongue and holding out his hand.
"Here, boy." He clicks, it shuffles towards him slightly. "Come here..." He holds his hand out to the beaver who stares at it before sitting upright, a somewhat disgusted look on its face.
"Well, I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want!" The beaver says in disgust, motioning to Peter's hand. To say the least Peter looks embarrassed, and he withdraws his hand.
"It's a talking beaver!" Edmund exclaims, gaping at the beaver.
"Lucy Pevensie?" The beaver says, looking at Lucy and then to me. "Ellea Carter?"
"Yes?" Lucy asks and she moves forward, I follow her lead.
"It's Elleanora actually." I mumble.
The beaver hands Lucy a white handkerchief, and she stares at it.
"This is the handkerchief I dropped... I thought I'd lost it after talking to Mr. -" She begins and the beaver cuts her off, a sad look in his eyes.
"Tumnus. He gave it to me just before they took him." The beaver replies sadly, staring at the handkerchief.
"Is he alright?" Lucy asks worriedly, clutching the handkerchief in her curled up fist.
"Further in." The beaver grunts and he scurries off. Peter and Lucy go off to follow the animal but Susan grabs Peter's arm, a worried look on her face,
"Peter, we don't know what they're are doing." Susan hisses, keeping her eyes trained on the beaver, in case it moves.
"She's right. How do we know we can trust this beaver?" Edmund demands, and I put a finger to my lips to motion him to be quiet.
"He say's he knows the faun." Peter replies simply, shrugging his shoulders.
"He's a beaver! He shouldn't be saying anything!" Susan says in exasperation and I stifle a small laugh. The beaver scurries back and stands at our feet.
"Is everything alright?" He asks and we all look at each other sharply.
"Yes. We were just talking." I say, ending the argument. Ignoring the looks Edmund and Susan give me.
"That's better left for safer corners." The beaver says grimly. Lucy look at him confused, as Peter, Susan and Edmund exchange glances.
"He means the trees." I explain.
We follow the beaver through the cliffs that surround the clearing and we then sneak under a bridge before a Dam comes into view.
"There is home sweet home." The beaver says, pointing it out, a smile on his face.
"Oh, what a beautiful dam Mr. Beaver." Lucy compliments, smiling down at him. He smiles back as we walk.
"Merely a trifle." He says, although I can hear the pride in his voice.
As we get closer another beaver comes into view.
"Is that you Beaver? I find out you've been out with Badger again I'll..." The other beaver says, before seeing me and the Pevensies. This beaver has a femal voice, and sounds like, whom I can only guess, the male beaver's wife. "Oh, they're not Badgers. I never thought I would see this day." Mrs. Beaver says wistfully, wiping her hands on her apron, before looking at Mr. Beaver and then at her fur.
"You couldn't give me ten minutes warning! Look at this fur." She trills, motioning to her fur.
"I would have given you a week if I thought it would help." Mr. Beaver chuckles and Mrs.Beaver looks towards us five,
"Well you must be cold and hungry. Let's get you inside for some food and civilized conversation." She says kindly and ushers us in, I glance around to see Edmund looking at a castle between two hills. Lucy and Susan go in but Peter falters slightly when he sees me still standing outside.
"Go," I say, smiling slightly at him. "I'll be a minute." He smiles back at me and retreats inside. I walk over to Edmund and stand beside him.
"You don't need to be so gloomy all the time." I say, and he turns to me, angry. "You're a good person, Ed. There's no reason to shut people out."
"Enjoying the scenery, are we?" Mr.Beaver says to me and Edmund, startling me.
"Sorry," I say to him and I tug on Edmund's arm. "Come on, Ed." He looks at me apologetically and walks inside the Dam. I follow him and Mr. Beaver trails after the both of us, closing the door behind him.
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ooohh, more Ellmund!
plus he calls her Lea now as well, Peter is going to call her Ellea, and Caspian will call her Nora.
ciao,
lina x
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Chronicles Of Narnia : The Lost Queen
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