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VARIATION ON L.W.W [ story 4 ] Edmund’s reward I realised that I had to go away from Oxford for some time and this was my last chance to read the real stories that CSL had written. I went to the trunk and opened it, the envelopes where still there in the order I had left them, I ignored the ones I’d already had read and went to the next one. There was two letters, one by CSL and the other from the publishers. I read CSL’s first I didn’t want the publishers one to distract me. This is most vexing! I had just written the perfect chapter and had submitted it, now they want to edit it! WHY? Because it wasn’t suitable for kiddies to read! I write these for my amusement not theirs! But I have to pretend to listen to them – I need the money! If it wasn’t for that I would tell them what to do, now they want me to expand the book into a series, well I have plans which is why I had those extras in the first few chapters, but I’m not sure if I’ll carry on with them. However needs must when the devil drives, that’s good I must remember that for the screwtape letters! So now I have to re-write this whole piece and leave out the rape and torture parts, all the best bits! So be it! ---- The next day the housekeeper announced that there would be visitors in the house that day and that the children were to keep out of the way. “That’s so unfair!” Susan said out loud. “Unfair it might be but that is what you are going to do, these visitors do not want to see any children at all!” The housekeeper said and walked out of the way to avoid any further conversation. “So what are we supposed to do?” Edmund said looking out the window at the threatening sky. “Well, I suppose we could go outside.” Peter suggested but at that point a flash of lightning flickered in the window and followed by a loud crash of thunder, which made Lucy scream in terror and reach for someone to help her. Edmund went to hold her but Peter was there before her, picking her up and speaking softly to her, “It’s all right Lucy, just fireworks that’s all.” He said knowing that she liked bonfire night, well before the war that was. Edmund glared at his brother, how could he do that? If anything he should have held onto Susan, but she wasn’t scared of the storm. Peter looked at the rain that was coming down, “Well it doesn’t seem that we’ll be able to get out today, we’ll just have to make sure that we keep out of their way.” He said. ---- This proved to be harder than any of the children imagined. At first all they could hear was the housekeeper talking away, and then there were footsteps on the stairs, “Quick, let’s move.” Peter said and they ran to another wing of the house. But then, to their surprise, they heard voices and footsteps here as well, looking for some escape they all ran up to another level. Again the footsteps sounded, the people were just behind them all the time. Then they were in a corridor that Lucy and Edmund recognised. “Quick in here!” Edmund said pulling Lucy into the wardrobe room; they were followed by Peter and Susan. Again the footsteps seemed to be following them, or were they herding them? None of the children knew exactly what was happening. The four children looked at each other as the handle on the door began to turn. Even now they can’t recall who it was that started the move, although Edmund was in the lead as the door to the wardrobe was pulled open and the four Pevensie children entered it. “There isn’t enough room for all of us and these coats!” Said Susan. “Keep quiet! We don’t want them to hear us.” Peter hissed to her and then reached back to hold Lucy … but she didn’t seem to be in reach? He stepped back reaching behind himself but he found only coats. “Peter?” Susan whispered. “Yes?” Peter answered in a similar whisper. “How deep is this wardrobe?” She asked him a nervous tone now in her voice. “I don’t know, but I think there’s a hole in the back of it.” Peter said as he felt a cold wind around his legs, and then he stepped back into a patch of snow which made his fall down pulling Susan down on top of him. “Hello!” Lucy said pulling two coats from their hangers, “I think you’re in my imagination, have a coat.” She handed her siblings the fur coats. “Are we allowed to take these?” Susan asked. Peter laughed, “Well, we haven’t really taken them out of the wardrobe have we.” He said and the situation hit Susan as well and she began to laugh as well. “Shall we go?” Lucy asked smiling slightly. Peter looked at Susan and then back at his sister, “Thank you Lucy, you haven’t said ‘I told you so’ at all, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” He said. “Me too Lucy, I’m sorry. Is there anything we can do to make up for it?” Susan asked. “Weeelllll, you could…” Lucy began and then threw a snowball which struck Peter in the face. “Why you..!” Peter began but then he was struck by another. “Get her!” He said and scooped up some snow of his own, throwing it at Lucy. Susan soon followed suit and then the three of them were laughing away throwing snowballs at each other. “Shouldn’t we be going? I mean it isn’t far to the lamp-post!” Edmund said looking toward the peak that the Queen had shown him. Peter’s reaction took him by surprise, “You little snot! You have been here before and you lied just to make Lucy feel small!” He said and then Peter pushed Edmund so he was sprawled in the snow. “Apologise to Lucy!” Peter said balling his fists and standing over Edmund. “’orry.” Edmund said quietly. “You can’t help being you!” Lucy said and then her face brightened, “Let’s all go and see Mr. Timmus.” She said. “NO! We’ve got to go there!” Edmund said pointing to the peak, knowing that when they arrived he’d be king and then Peter would be the one in the snow! ---- But Edmund was disappointed, as the other two followed Lucy into the wood and to a cliff face. The first sign of any trouble was the broken door! It had been smashed in from the outside. “Mr. Timmus!” Lucy called out but there was no reply she went to run into the house but Peter stopped her. “No Lucy, I’ll go first.” He said pulling his younger sister back and placing her into Susan’s arms. When he enterer the house it was as if a whirlwind had struck the place, there wasn’t a piece of furniture that hadn’t been smashed, there were papers everywhere where books had been torn apart, and a splash of blood was visible. “There’s no one here!” Peter called out. Fearfully Lucy and Susan entered the house with Edmund behind them, “Oh no! Mr. Timmus, he said the White Witch would get him!” Lucy said. Peter turned to her and held her, “Who do you mean Lu, who’s the White Witch?” Peter asked her. Lucy began sobbing and slowly told her brother and sister about the White Witch finishing with, “And so she calls herself the Queen of Narnia, but she isn’t!” “She sounds horrid!” Susan said “I didn’t think she was … I mean she was great enough to do all this!” Edmund said realising that he shouldn’t say too much just now. Peter shook his head, “She isn’t nice at all, didn’t you hear Lucy, ‘always winter and never Christmas!’ Anyone like that is someone you never trust!” Peter said. Edmund didn’t say anything, once he got them to her palace then he’d show them, he’d show all of them! Peter noticed a piece of paper nailed to the side of a bookcase he pulled on it and read it out loud. Be it known that the Queen of Narnia has judged the Faun, known as Timmus, guilty of treason to her majesty’s reign. Let all be aware that any one harbouring any of the so-called Children of Adam will also face the same punishment of this traitor. Should any sign of these so-called Children be found all are called to inform her majesty’s police immediately upon pain of death. Maugrim – chief of her Majesty’s police. “You see! He was a traitor! That’s the person that you were with Lucy, I told you she couldn’t be that bad!” Edmund said with scorn in his voice. “It was because of me!” Lucy said softly, “He did warn me that there were people watching all the time.” She said and began to cry again. Peter hugged his sister while she cried and then he spoke to Edmund. “Look you creep, that said Children of Adam … they meant us!” He said which made Edmund go pale. ---- Then Peter notice the silence that seemed to envelope the house, he gestured to his siblings to be quiet and looked outside, there was a movement behind some mounds of snow. Lucy and Susan looked from behind the broken door; Peter was scanning the area, listening for something. “What is it?” Susan asked. “I don’t know! But haven’t you noticed how still everything is? Something is wrong.” Peter said still looking and then he spotted it a small head and dark brown eyes behind a shortest snout, not a fox but some other animal. It was looking around before slowly moving from behind the snow. “It’s a beaver!” Susan Said. Peter wasn’t sure how to react to this animal and so held out his hand as he would to a dog. The beaver slowly went around Peter and went to Susan and Lucy, looking under their dresses. It gave a wolf-whistle, “Now that’s what I call a beaver!” It said making Susan gasp. The beaver looked back at Peter, “If you want me to sniff your hand I don’t do that.” He turned his head back to Susan, “But I’ll sniff something else if you want!” He said with a smile on its face. Susan moved her hand so that the fabric of her dress now covered the view that the beaver had. “It spoke!” She said. “Of course I spoke! What type of talking beast do you take me for?” The beaver said indignantly. “I’m sorry Mr. Beaver, but what do you know of Mr. Timmus?” Lucy asked. The beaver looked at her, “Dark long fur, round face … you’re Lucy!” The beaver said making all the children gasp again. “They came for him the other night, gave him no chance to escape that blasted Maugrim and his wolves!” the beaver spoke in a low voice. “So how do we rescue him?” Lucy said. “WHAT!” Edmund exploded, “You don’t mean that Lucy, we’ve got to get out of here!” He added. “He’s right you know, one of the others may already be running to the White Witch to tell her you’re here, can’t trust anyone so come with me.” The beaver said. “No,” Edmund said, “He’s just said we can’t trust anyone, so how can we trust it?” he said. “You can leave if you want, I’m going with him!” Lucy said. “I trust him too, come on Edmund.” Peter said knowing that Susan would go with him anyway. “But it’s not right!” Edmund said as he trudged behind his siblings away from the peak that called to him. ---- As they got near the river the beaver stopped and then gestured to a dam nearly spanning from one bank to another, water flowing between gaps. “There it is, not much to look at, but someday it will be finished.” The beaver said. “It looks fantastic!” Said Lucy and sounds of agreement came from Peter and Susan. “It looks a dump!” Edmund said under his breath but none of the others heard him. “I’d better go ahead and warn the wife.” The beaver said and quickly vanished along the bank. “Are you sure about this?” Susan asked Peter. Peter looked at Lucy who gave a small smile and nodded, “Lucy does and she’s been here several times before, so I trust him.” Peter said. “And so we have to do what King Peter says. Look I don’t trust him I don’t trust any animal that talks nobody does!” Edmund said. Peter frowned and looked at Edmund, “What do you mean, ‘nobody does’ since when have you known any speaking animals?” Peter asked. “I mean that every book I’ve read with speaking animals always have them doing something to the people who listen to them!” Edmund said trying to get himself out of trouble. “That’s just fairy stories!” Susan said. “So what is this?” Edmund countered, Susan tried to think of an answer but couldn’t. “He knew Mr. Timmus and so I trust him!” Lucy said which settled the argument for Peter and Susan. “Hellooo, come on Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam.” The beaver said waving his short arms. The four children approached and found a smaller version of the beaver standing beside her mate, she licked her paws and started smoothing her fur, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, but Mr. Beaver here never gave me a chance!” Mrs. Beaver said. “Now then darling you look beautiful as always, now quickly come into the Lodge.” Mr. Beaver said proudly showing the four children the door. Inside the Lodge the children were surprised to find it neat and tidy, “Now then get yourselves settled and I’ve got some news for you all.” Mr Beaver said Peter, Susan and Lucy sat at a table and looked at Mr. Beaver, Edmund stood behind them, looking around at the place. “Now the White Witch will have tried to get Mr. Timmus to tell her about you Lucy, but she’s now living on borrowed time, she knows the end is near. Aslan has been seen around; he was going to the Stone table.” Mr. Beaver said. At the name Aslan all the children felt a warm glow pass through them Peter shook his head, “What do you mean?” he asked. “Why, it’s the prophecy isn’t it?” Mrs. Beaver said and saw the puzzled faces of the children, “When Adam’s Son and Eve’s daughters sit at Cair Paravel, then winter will be spring and all will be healed.” She quoted. “But…” Susan began. “There are 4 thrones at Cair Paravel one for each of you. When you sit there Peter as the oldest you will be High King, with Queen Susan, Queen Lucy and King Edmund … My whiskers where is he?” Mr. Beaver said looking around. Peter looked around as well but there was no sign of Edmund “Drat him, where has he gone?” He said annoyed. “If you’ll pardon me, I don’t think he’s up to anything good, he’s got that look about him. Tell me has he been to Narnia before?” Mr. Beaver asked. “What? Edmund well I’m not…” Peter began but Lucy interrupted him. “Yes he has, but he didn’t tell me what he’d seen. And when we got back to the Professor’s house he said we were playing!” She said. “I thought so! I think he may have met HER! If he did then we’ll have to move.” Mr. Beaver said. “What do you mean, I know Edmund’s a right prat, but he’d never…” Peter began to say. “It was in his eyes, you can always tell, he’s under her spell!” Mr. Beaver said. “Let’s see if we can find him!” Peter said running to the door. ---- The three children looked and called for Edmund, but he was out of earshot after 4 minutes, he was running to the peak where he knew his reward was waiting. It was sometime later that he arrived at a frozen lake in the middle of which was an island with a large walled castle. The door was half open and he squeezed into the courtyard. He looked around in amazement, everywhere were stone statues, and all had the same basic expression on their faces, shock! “I wonder what these are.” Edmund said out loud, “Did the Queen have a statue made of every person that she killed?” he added as he walked through the silent throng of statues. There was a snarling lion, its teeth bared as if poised to attack, Edmund was almost sure it moved as it was so life-like, but he got his courage together and walked up to it and then knocked it on the nose with his hand. ‘That idiot Peter would never have got the nerve to get this close!’ he thought to himself and smiled, now he was here the Queen would be bound to reward him, thoughts of that woman Ash and her daughter began to dance in his mind, mixed with Susan and Lucy. He stepped over the form of a wolf; if he didn’t know better he would have thought it was … A soft growl came from the body. “Why do you enter here?” The wolf said springing to its feet and causing Edmund to fall over. “I’m Edmund - I’m a Son of Adam, I met the Queen, she told me to come here!” Edmund said quickly. The wolf seemed to consider his options. “Very well then, come with me Edmund Son of Adam, favoured one of her majesty.” And then he added as he walked away, “Or not so favoured one perhaps” But Edmund didn’t hear that as he was looking back at the statues. ---- Peter, Susan, Lucy and Mr. Beaver were following Edmund’s tracks in the snow; they got close to the lake and could see a small figure enter the doors. “That’s it I’m afraid to say! We’re not going to see him again.” Mr. Beaver shook his head, “Unless Aslan could help us.” He added. Peter went to move across the lake, “I’m going to get him back!” He said but found himself held by Mr. Beaver. “You can’t … listen if we can get Aslan to help then it’s only one of you under her power, but if you go there then all will be lost. She’ll just kill you and that stops the prophecy!” Mr. Beaver said. “But we’ve got to do something, we can’t leave him there!” Lucy cried out. “We will! Look we’ll got to go to the Stone Table where Aslan is, and he’ll think of something, now come on we’ve got to start right away before she sends her wolves after us.” Mr. Beaver said pulling the two girls back towards the river and his lodge. ---- In the castle Edmund was led to the throne room, a single large white throne was in the middle of the room, Edmund looked around, there was no-one with him he was all alone. Smiling to himself he walked to the throne and sat down, “Peter you will serve me as Susan and Lucy dances and undresses as they do!” Edmund said, lost in his fantasy. “That sounds all very nice … BUT WHERE ARE THEY!” The Queen strode into the room her face contorted with anger. “I asked you to bring your siblings here, not to come here to play!” She said. Edmund was up; out of the throne as if it burnt him. “I’m sorry but they wouldn’t follow me, I thought…” He began but the Queen pushed him with her wand. “I don’t think you did, otherwise you would have made sure they were with you … what am I supposed to do?” She said. “But it wasn’t my fault! Peter wanted to go with that Beaver!” Edmund said, “And while they were talking about Aslan I just…” “WHAT DID YOU SAY! WHO WERE THEY TALKING ABOUT? ” The Queen roared at him. “The Beavers were saying that Aslan was about and that he was going to be somewhere.” He said, to be honest when he heard the name Aslan he felt a dread go through him. The effect on the Queen was amazing she sat down shaking her head, “If HE’s here then there is no time to lose! What to do … what to do?” she was saying, her musings were interrupted by Edmund tugging on her robe. “Please, your majesty, you did say that I could have some more fun with Ash and her daughter.” Edmund said. The look on the Queens face stopped him from saying anymore, and then a cruel smile played on her lips. “I did, didn’t I? But I’m afraid Ash isn’t here at the moment, although some of her family is … I’m sure they’ll … play … with you.” She said. “Ginarrbrik!” She called out. The Dwarf walked to the throne, his whip curled around his arm. “Yes, your majesty?” He said with a bow. “Take Edmund to the ‘special room’ let him enjoy what Ash’s kin have for him.” She said. The Dwarf chuckled, something that told Edmund that things were not right here. The Dwarf drew out his knife again. “This way, Son of Adam!” This time it wasn’t a title, more of a curse. Edmund was forced from the room to some stairs going down, down, deeper still. “Where are we going?” He asked but received no reply. The Dwarf kept pushing him with the knife. At a single door Edmund could hear a voice pleading in pain, when the door was opened there were several large men, or men shaped people, taking turns in sodomising some one with an animal’s rump and a normal top. “That’s the traitor Timmus! He’s showing you what’s going to happen.” Ginarrbrik said as he pushed Edmund into the group. “You’re the one who raped Ashling!” One said and the group turned onto him, before he could run away they had taken his arms and legs and were stripping him of all his clothing. He was pushed into the groin of one of the ‘men’ who produced a cock that was thick and long, white was showing at the tip of it. “You will take this into your mouth!” Edmund was told, at first he shut his mouth and shook his head but then hands were holding his head still and wooden fingers where pinching his nose. He tried desperately to escape, but held as he was there was nothing he could do, and then he felt fingers pulling on his cock and squeezing his balls, he screamed out in pain. The scream was stifled before it could escape as the thick, leaking cock was pushed into his mouth. He tried to bite down on the member but found that fingers were forced into the sides of his mouth pushing his own skin onto his teeth. “Hurt me and then you’ll really pay. Raper of innocents!” The ‘man’ said and pushed the whole of his cock to the back of Edmund’s mouth and then down his throat. The cock seemed to grow inside his throat, going in and down. In the meantime Edmund realised that something else was happening, he could feel that he was being carried to a half table and heard the sound of another body being dropped to the ground. He then knew that the Timmus person had been released. He was held so tight that he could only move as the ‘men’ positioned him and before he could work out what was happening he was folded over and then strong ropes seemed to wrap themselves around his body, arms and legs, fixing him to the table. “Tenderise him!” the man whose cock was still in his throat said. There was a swish from behind him and then he squealed out as a whip struck his ass. The ‘man’ before him began pumping away into his throat. Now several swishes could be heard and he felt whips hitting his body all over, scoring his back and buttocks with their passage. Edmund felt the cock in him start to spurt into his stomach and then, as it was pulled out, into his mouth – this tasted different from the time he had tentatively tasted his own sperm, this was woodier? Then he realised that if Ash and her daughter were from trees then these ‘men’ were also from the trees and this stuff wasn’t sperm but sap! “NO!” He cried out but again was stopped as a different ‘man’ pushed his cock into Edmund’s mouth. And so it went on, each person in that dungeon either whipping him or pushing his cock into Edmund’s mouth until the boy was weak from the pain and lack of air. There were a few minutes of blessed calm as the ‘men’ moved away from Edmund. “Well now my little King, how do you feel now?” The Queen had entered the chamber. Edmund tried to look up but couldn’t, then he felt his hair being tugged up bringing his head up as well. “Oh my, you look a sight! Still I think Ginarrbrik can wash you off.” The Queen said with that nasty smile on her face. “Of course majesty.” Ginarrbrik said and pulled a smelly bucket under Edmund’s nose; he pulled out a cloth and began wiping Edmund’s back. Edmund didn’t expect the pain that came with each swipe of the cloth, he started to cry piteously. The Queen seemed to shake and her face went red. “I love that sound, it does something to me!” She said and then lightly slapped Edmund’s face. “Please! I didn’t do anything!” Edmund protested weakly. “Of course you didn’t! I asked you to bring your brother and sisters to me and you didn’t do that! How can I kill you all if you don’t do what I say?” The Queen said and nodded to Ginarrbrik who remoistened the cloth and started to rub Edmund’s buttocks causing him to cry out again. “Oh, don’t you like that … strange I would have thought that wolves piss would sooth your parts, I know it’s very salty but that wouldn’t …” She stopped and smiled, “Ah, yes! Now I know what’s wrong, you’re not getting it inside you are you?” She said and smiled as Edmund realised what she meant, although he didn’t know the full story. Ginarrbrik produced a large syringe, which Edmund was happy to see didn’t have a needle on it, and used it to suck up a quantity of the bucket’s contents. “Open wide!” the dwarf said evilly. Edmund shook his head and pursed his lips shut. This time the Queen pulled on his hair making him cry out. The dwarf stabbed the syringe into Edmund’s mouth and pushed the plunger home, forcing the nasty smelling and salty liquid into his mouth. Edmund tried to spit it out but the dwarf had covered Edmund’s mouth and was rubbing his throat making Edmund swallow the contents, before allowing the boy to breathe. “Now for the other!” Ginarrbrik said refilling the syringe, at first Edmund thought that Timmus would be the recipient but then, when Ginarrbrik walked behind him and was pushing the syringe into his anus, he realised what was going to happen. “Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” Edmund screamed out as the syringe was pushed deep inside him; ever since the Professor had done that thing to him he had nothing enter him there again. Then Edmund felt the liquid being pushed into him. He tried to push it back up but the dwarf had left the syringe in him. The Queen patted Edmund’s face, “Now we need to keep that inside you … how can we do that?” She said and then pointed to the group huddling in the corner of the room. “You! Ensure that he cannot expel that piss from his ass!” She said. Edmund heard a shuffling and knew that the ‘men’ were coming closer to him but he couldn’t see them. There was a wrenching feeling as the syringe was pulled out of his bum and he tried to strain his bowels. Then there was something there pushing into his bum as well. It was rough and Edmund began to feel pain as he realised that one of them was pushing his wood-like penis into his bum. “No, not there please!” He protested but to no avail. He could feel each rough bump and knob as the phallus was pushed further into him, each one bringing new pain to an area which he never knew could feel such sensations. He could feel the rough bark-like legs of the ‘man’ as his member was fully inserted into Edmund’s rump. Then the ‘man’ pulled back and the pain which Edmund had felt with the insertion was doubled as his intestines were pulled along with the bumps of the penis in him. The ‘man’ began pushing back in, and then began sawing inside the boy until Edmund felt the sap rushing into him. The ‘man’ pulled right out of Edmund and the boy sighed in relief, a relief that was short lived as a second ‘man’ entered his bum. The sensations were slightly dulled after the first assault on his bum, but nevertheless were still painful. Edmund had to put up with this second mating of ‘man’ and boy, then a third, a fourth, a fifth after which he passed out and so missed the next three who used his unconscious body. In this manner he spent the next few hours in the care of his torturers. ---- In the Throne Room the White Witch was calling to her chief of police. “Maugrim! Take your men and go to the beaver’s dam. I don’t want to see anyone, just kill them all and then return here!” The wolf gave a wicked snarl, “Yes my majesty, your orders will be carried out!” He said in his raw throated voice and then gave a howl which was repeated throughout the castle as other wolves joined in. Maugrim turned and bounded to the doorway but was stopped by the White Witch’s call. “And Maugrim? Should they escape then don’t return until you’ve completed your task!” She told him. Maugrim gave a curt nod and then left the room. “Find them, kill them!” He said to the pack that ran with him. “Can’t we play first?” His lieutenant asked. Maugrim smiled, “Well as long as they’re dead afterwards it doesn’t matter does it, I like to see them try to escape with my cock in them!” he said which made the rest laugh at the image. ---- Back at the lodge the children and beavers were packing things. “Mrs. Beaver you can’t bring your sewing machine!” Mr. Beaver was saying, “It’s just too heavy to carry!” he explained. “Well what about my false cock collection, can’t I bring them?” She said looking at a box in the bedroom. “Your what?” Lucy asked interested. “Well, sometimes Beaver is away and I get lonely.” Mrs. Beaver said a blush showing through her fur. “Just a couple then, but hurry I can hear the howls in the distance.” Mr. Beaver said starting to throw food into a sack. Now Peter could hear the noise as well, it threw fear into his heart and made Susan and Lucy clutch each other. “It’s too late!” He said. “No, I’ve got a back passage.” Mr. Beaver said. “Beaver, it’s the wrong time to think of that!” Mrs. Beaver said with a shushing motion. Mr. Beaver shook his head, “No love, I mean there’s a back passage out of here; I use it now and again.” He said ignoring the laugh that Mrs. Beaver gave and showed the children a cleverly concealed door. “Quickly!” Peter said pushing Lucy, Susan and Mrs. Beaver through the doorway before following them. Mr. Beaver took one look around his lodge and shook his head, “Pity, it was a nice home while it lasted.” He said and then closed the door behind him, securing it tightly knowing that it would only take a few minutes before the wolves smelt out the entrance. ---- Once out to the surface the girls started to cry, Peter turned to the Beavers who were talking between themselves. “Now what do we do?” He asked them. Mr. Beaver looked at him, “We go to the Stone Table of course; we’ve got to get you to Aslan.” He said simply “How?” Lucy asked. Mr. Beaver took in a breath and then licked his finger, holding it up to determine the direction of the wind and then he looked at Lucy, “We’re going to walk.” He said, the howl of the wolves started up as they found the lodge empty, “Or rather we’re going to run!” He said and began suiting words to action. Mrs. Beaver and the three children looked at each other before they followed him. ---- The White Witch looked at the Dwarf, “It’s no use Ginarrbrik, I can’t control the land any longer. We’re going to have to fight HIM! Call the troops and we’ll march to the Stone Table.” Ginarrbrik looked at her, “You think he’ll go there?” He asked. The Witch looked at him, “Where else would he be! It’s the only place large enough. But now I have a hold over HIM, one which even he cannot prevent me from using.” She said and her smile was back on her face. “A hold? What hold could you have over that one?” Ginarrbrik asked. “One that is my right and which he cannot abrogate no matter how he may argue.” She said, “When all is ready get those traitors from the dungeon!” She ordered. Ginarrbrik nodded and went to send out the orders which were taken to all parts of the Queen’s realm by Harpies, who had the temperament to deliver the message in the way it was given! ---- Edmund had to be dragged from the cell he was so aching that he couldn’t even walk; Timmus was chained up and could barely walk due to the chains. They were taken to the courtyard where the statues were standing, somehow they seemed threatening to Edmund. The White Witch entered from the Castle and sneered at the two prisoners. “You! Faun! What have you done?” She spat at Timmus. Mr. Timmus drew himself up and looked at her, “I finally did what I should have done years ago! I followed my heart and helped a human!” He said defiantly. “And see where it’s brought you. You are a fool!” The Witch said. “No, just a Faun!” Mr. Timmus said and then sprang towards the Witch. As if bored the Witch touched him with her wand, immediately a grey colour came into his face and there was a noise of ice forming … the next time Edmund looked there was only a statue of the Faun, The Witch had killed him! Then she turned to him and he tried to move back in fear. “You have another fate arranged! Ginarrbrik! We travel!” She said and walked to her sleigh. Ginarrbrik pulled on Edmund’s hair making him follow to the sleigh but Edmund found he was tied to the back of the sleigh and was pulled along when it started up. He wondered what was going to happen next. ---- Dear CSL, Oh dear, oh dear I’m not sure what to do with you! I have received your latest offering, what were you thinking of? Look we need less of the sexual contents, more action and suspense is needed, can you do this or do you need a ghost to help you? We have several on our staff that know what we require? I cannot pass this chapter as you’ve currently written it, could I suggest some changes. The Beaver – good character but remember animals and humans do not have the same sexual thoughts so although part of the story was funny they can be missed out! The White Witch – I like her, she is nasty and overbearing. The Wood-men – No! Look if we got rid of Ash and her daughter in the last chapter there’s no reason for them to be in this chapter, as for their use of Edmund I don’t think that it is the right style for the age of the readers! Remove it, just keep him chained and talking to Timmus (IS this really the name you want to give the Faun?) Mrs. Beaver – As a scatterbrain good, as a sex-maniac doesn’t work, remove the dildo part, make it something more mundane. The Wolves – Good parts, has potential but again why so much emphasis on rape? Wolves are more for destroying things, I hope you’ll take these suggestions in the way they were intended, this could be a good story and I can see several books in the future, if you’ll only get over these references that younger children shouldn’t see. Yours sincerely Well I remember the real book and I must admit that the pages I’ve just read were an improvement over that! I looked at my watch; it was nearly time for the train. I reluctantly closed the trunk and moved it to the back of the attic, maybe I’ll return to read the rest of the chapters and find out what CSL really meant people to read. At least I hope I will. |