Coming back here, in England, holidays were going very slowly. But the days were sunny. Although Susan, Edmund and Lucy didn’t want to play outside the Professor’s house anymore, Peter decided he would go out just to get fresh air.
And then he got it. It was a familiar air, a soft, warm air.
He felt the air of Narnia. And Edmund felt it too, though he was inside of the house. He felt he had to run beside Peter at once. He felt something, some excitement but he didn’t know why. Neither Peter. But both of them were now standing up in the middle of the Garden, remembering some old battles. The Battle of Beruna. The battles against the Giants... battles and battles and battles... braveness was coming to them again.
“Ed, are you feeling the same?” Asked Peter.
“I can’t believe it! It’s like 8 months we’re out of Narnia and we feel this! Don’t you think... it’s weird?”
“Weird?” said Peter “It’s the queerest thing in the world! In this world, I mean. But I feel something in my heart... not in my little boy’s heart, it’s in my Narnian King Heart! My grown-up heart that I brought from Narnia to this place. I feel Narnia is in danger... we’re out of it.”
“Do you think we can try the Wardrobe again?” Said Edmund.
“No. I don’t think so. We’ll go back someday but I can’t believe... I see something, I don’t know if that’s my imagination.” said Peter.
“I can see something too!” exclaimed Edmund “I see a battle and there’s humans too! But they’re evil and, oh! Did you see that?”
“Yes!” said Peter “Cor and Corin! By Jove, they look older!”
“Just like how we looked like when we left Narnia, my King.” Said Edmund. And both began to talk in the way they had in Narnia.
“Wow, those kids grew up so quickly! Just imagine! In 8 months...” said Edmund very excited. And inside of him, he felt very proud for he loved very much Cor and Corin as if they were his younger, younger brothers.
“Well, My Royal and no evil brother, I was like 45 years old in Narnia and I’m fifteen again here. But look! There’s a man who will not give me good dreams tonight.” Said Peter.
“We can call the musicians to make you sleep, my king.” Said Edmund.
“That’s what I wish. But I’m afraid in this land called England there’s no musicians like the musicians in Narnia.” Said King Peter “But that man is... wild. A brute and a beast. Certainly, I can not make difference between the man and the wildest of all the poisoned beasts.”
“Certainly, King Peter. He looks no royal, High King. He looks like what we call a Pirate!” said King Edmund.
“Look, the army! I swear by my Throne that I’ve never seen an army braver than this one!” said King Peter.
“I feel I’m there! I can feel my sword!” said Edmund laughing like a lunatic.
“Me too, My royal friend, Me too! I can feel I’m fighting and I’m not moving at all!”
“If we shut the eyes of ours we’ll feel our spirits fighting and we can pretend we are fighting along them, protecting Narnia again!” Said Edmund.
“My Royal brother, this is going to be exciting enough without pretending because I can feel I’m fighting.” Said the High King.
Susan and Lucy were looking outside through the window how their brothers were talking peacefully but excited. Lucy smiled.
“Hey! Do you think we should go with them?” She said.
“I don’t know.” Said her sister “Why don’t you stay here with me and lets... lets do something useful. Lets read one of those books in the Professor’s library.”
“Oh, no! Please, no again! I did read those books...”
“Come on, Lucy!” said Susan “Those were fairy tales!”
“I read whatever I want.” She said coolly.
“What don’t you read things that can take you to reality? Why you read those silly fairy tales?” She asked.
“Because...” but she stopped.
“Why, Lucy?” asked Susan again.
“Because...” but she daren’t to say anything.
“Come on, tell me, are you coward?” she asked again. The poor Lucy felt with a huge pression. “Tell me, Lu!”
“Because it makes me feel near of Narnia.” Said Lucy rather awkward.
“Oh, That again!” she said “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about that again.” Said Susan whispering.
“Oh, you forgot them, didn’t you? I’m sure you would because you’re so cold!” Cried Lucy.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” Said Susan.
“They would never forget you!” Said Lucy.
“Lucy, you need not start to...”
“Come on! Queen Susan! Queen Susan! There must be something---”
“All right, that’s enough. If you want to go out with the kids, fine. Go. Talk about that with them. But leave me alone now! I need to think!” said the Logical Susan.
“Yes, you’re always thinking but never really using your brain, and you’re a beast! Beast!” said Lucy and rushed out of the room.