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King Edmund the Just
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and just a one-shot....? They’ve been gone for days now. On a stag hunt, that most noble past-time of the young and idle. The young, anyway--one must never think they were idle. Everyday is an adventure for those four--always has been. But lately… well, lately things have changed. Peter has grown moody, silent, and Edmund has grown worried. Susan…well, Susan mostly thinks about hair and fine dresses and foreign princes swooning about her feet They rarely speak of the old times anymore, the days when they were newly crowned, when Aslan was among us. Before he left again, for how long we do not know.
You would think Narnia might be worried, wondering where their kings and queens have gone, but they aren’t. They continue with business as usual, discussing the plans for this year’s royal ball here at Cair Paravel. They choose menus. Decorations, music, and all the while never think if they will have occasion to need these things. But I know what it can be like out there, how you can take a wrong turn and end up somewhere you never intended to be. I know, and I’m worried.
I pass the time as best I can. I play my pipes, make myself a bit of tea, do any chore around the castle to keep me busy. I need the time when they are gone to go quickly--I need the time when she is gone to go quickly. Lucy, my beautiful, dear sweet Lucy Pevensie. So much a woman but still so much a girl, and so different from the day we met.
Sometimes I go back to that lamp post. I never venture any farther--never again do I want to see that place, shattered, in ruins. I sit beside the post and think of the day I first saw her, her little cheeks pink from the cold. How small she was, but how brave, and my twisted heart was already hers. Putting her to sleep, to give up…or to keep.
Still, time passes, and she does not return. My mind says it’s for the best, but my heart…my heart does its best not to lie.
She’ll come back to me. I know she will.
You would think Narnia might be worried, wondering where their kings and queens have gone, but they aren’t. They continue with business as usual, discussing the plans for this year’s royal ball here at Cair Paravel. They choose menus. Decorations, music, and all the while never think if they will have occasion to need these things. But I know what it can be like out there, how you can take a wrong turn and end up somewhere you never intended to be. I know, and I’m worried.
I pass the time as best I can. I play my pipes, make myself a bit of tea, do any chore around the castle to keep me busy. I need the time when they are gone to go quickly--I need the time when she is gone to go quickly. Lucy, my beautiful, dear sweet Lucy Pevensie. So much a woman but still so much a girl, and so different from the day we met.
Sometimes I go back to that lamp post. I never venture any farther--never again do I want to see that place, shattered, in ruins. I sit beside the post and think of the day I first saw her, her little cheeks pink from the cold. How small she was, but how brave, and my twisted heart was already hers. Putting her to sleep, to give up…or to keep.
Still, time passes, and she does not return. My mind says it’s for the best, but my heart…my heart does its best not to lie.
She’ll come back to me. I know she will.
