Mrs. Beaver flung open the door of the dam and rushed outside crying, "Beaver, is that you? I've been so worried! Don't ever do that again!" and then they heard Mr. Beaver chuckle and say, "Now, now, Mrs. Beaver; it's alright, it's alright. Are the children inside?"
"Yes, they are."
"Good. we must have our talk now." Then, the two beavers walked back into the dam.
"What happened back there?" Peter wanted to know. "Are we safe?"
"For now we are," Mr. Beaver replied. "But now, we must talk."
"What about?" Lucy asked, looking up from her teacup.
"About why you are here," was the answer.
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Yes, let's," he said sarcasticaly. Peter glared at him and he was silent.
"Why are we here?" Susan asked, taking a seat at the table.
"You are here as an answer to all of the prayers that have been prayed for one hundred years," Mrs. Beaver said quietly.
All five of the children looked shocked.
"What did you say?" Emily asked, shaken out of her thoughts suddenly.
"You are the answer to our prayers," Mrs. Beaver repeated.
"Long ago it was foretold that two sons of Adam, and two daughters of Eve would come and free us from the evil power of the Witch," Mr. Beaver said. "When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, sits in Cair Paravel enthroned, the evil time will be over and done."
"That doesn't really ryme," Susan said.
"I know it doesn't" Mr. Beaver said. "You're missing the point!"
"But you don't understand!" Peter said. "we're not heroes!"
"And I fail to see how I fit into this picture," Emily said.
Mrs. Beaver looked like she was thinking. Where did Emily fit in? Surely she didn't know.
"Oh, that's alright," Emily said. "I've been left out before; just leave me out again."
"Emily!" Susan said. "Don't say things like that!"