The Blood of a Princess - Peter Pevensie {1}

Adam's Blood

Susan loaded another bow and aim. She did how I told her and she let go and the arrow landed itself in the second ring. "That was good," I said with a smile. Susan looked at me and smiled.

"I want to try," Lucy said and she pulled out her dagger and she launched it forward. It hit at the middle. We looked down at Lucy in amazement and she gave us a smile. "That was good," I said. "Yeah," Susan agreed with me.

We heard the sound of horses galloping towards us so we spun around and spotted Peter and Edmund practicing sword-fighting, riding on two large horses.

"Come on, Ed! Keep your sword up like Oreius showed us!" Peter said. We watched them in amusement as Edmund yelled, "En guard!" And then Peter said, "Now block!" Peter said.

But our fun was cut short by Mr. Beaver running up to them. The boys turned their horses around and Edmund's reared up onto his legs. "Whoa horsey!" Edmund called out as the horse's forelegs returned to the ground. "My name is Philip."

I giggled. "Oh, sorry," Edmund said to the horse, shocked. Mr. Beaver pulled back their attentions to him, "The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She's on her way here!"

We quickly ran to the tents site. When we got there, we could see a large crowd of Narnians standing around. Everyone looked to the main path through the camp as a dwarf ran past. "Jadis, Queen of Narnia!" There were yells of protest from the Narnians. "Empress or the Lone Islands!" The dwarf continued.

We came to a stop together as we watched the Witch be carried forward on a large chair. I stood between Peter and Susan. I noticed Aslan's eyes narrow at the Witch. The four Cyclops carrying her chair, gently set it down. She stood up and never let her gaze leave Aslan.

She slowly approached Aslan and turned her head as she walked to look at Edmund, who stood at Peter's other side. She stopped only a couple of feet from Aslan. "You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan," She said.

Whispering spread throughout the crowd of Narnians. "His offence was not against you," Aslan said. "Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?" The Witch said. Aslan roared in anger and growled at her, "Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch! I was there when it was written."

"Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property," She said. Peter pulled his sword from it's sheath, "Try and take him then!"

"Do you think that a mere force can deny me my right, little king?" She asked Peter. I took a hold of Peter's hand. "Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands, all of Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water."

She turned to us pointed directly at Edmund. "That boy will die on the Stone Table as is tradition," The Witch said and she dropped her hand down to her side and turned back to face Aslan, "You dare not refuse me."

"Enough," Aslan stated, firmly. "I shall talk with you alone." The Witch turned to us and looked at me. "If only." She pointed directly at me, "She'll come."

My eyes slightly grow wide and I looked at Aslan as Peter gave my hand a squeeze. "This conversation just between you and me. The Princess doesn't need to be involved in this," Aslan said, narrowing his eyes at the Witch.

He turned and walked slowly into the large tent behind. The Witch glanced over at Edmund and then at me for a moment before following Aslan into the tent and then there was silence. No one left or even moved for a few minutes.

Finally people grew tired of standing and waiting but they didn't leave, they simply settled down on the ground to wait instead. We did so as well, sitting together silently with Mr. and Ms. Beaver. Edmund was nervously pulling at the grass.

I sighed nervously as I got up from my seat beside Susan. I went to stood near Aslan's tent. "Hey," Peter whispered as he took my hand as he stood beside me. I looked at him, "Do you think I should have be inside with them?"

"No," He said, shaking his head. "It's good that Aslan didn't let you." I sighed and looked away. "Hey," He said, putting his hand on my cheek and I looked back at him, locking eyes with him. "It's going to be fine."

Finally, the Witch came out and we looked at her as Peter and I went to stood next to his family. She looked at Edmund as she walked back to her chair and Aslan came out of the tent. We all looked at him, waiting.

Aslan's eyes were sad. The look in his eyes practically broke my heart. He then turned to address everyone, "She has renounced her claim on the son of Adam's blood." Everyone cheered. We were all laughing, clapping and talking cheerfully.

The Witch's voice broke through our celebrations, "How do I know your promise will be kept?" Then she said that, I knew something wasn't right. It would have to be something she really wanted if she gave up on killing Edmund. I turned my gaze to my godfather.

He gave a loud roar, which scared her literally into her seat. While everyone else laughed, my face stayed the same. What did he promised? The Cyclops that had carried the Witch, the chair lifted it back up into the air and carried her out again.

Everyone continued to celebrate but I didn't. I continued to watch Aslan, who had his head down. I felt someone grabbing my hand and I looked down to see Lucy, giving me a confused and concerned look.

I gave her a small smile as I shook my head and turned my gaze back to Aslan. My godfather met our stares for only a moment before turning his back and walking back to his tent.