Post by Edmund Pevensie on May 22, 2011 2:18:36 GMT -5
Edmund had been in Aslan's country for a while now. Although the past was most definitely the past, and mostly not worth feeling bad about, there was one apology Edmund owed a certain faun that was long overdue, thousands of years overdue to be precise. He'd sent Mr. Tumnus an invitation to tea at the Cair, on the off chance that the faun would accept after he realized that the invitation came not from his dear friend, the Valiant Queen, but rather her brother, the Just King, who had once traded Tumnus's life and freedom for more enchanted Turkish Delight. This fact was very much to the knowledge and acceptance if the younger Pevensie King, though it cut deep to the bone every time he thought of it. Even the simple act of thinking about that time now, in the safety of Aslan’s country, sent shivers down the younger Pevensie King's spine and caused him to shake his head in an incomprehensible way momentarily.
The memories that thinking of that time prior to his rescue by the group sent by Aslan were not in any way worth thinking about but to be able to form the proper and correct apology, Edmund had to think about them, had to remember every detail down to the last things said. He could hear very low Her voice in the back of his mind, ”Do you know why you are here, Faun?” Then Tumnus’s answer, “Because I believe in a Free Narnia.” and then Her voice again, “No, you are here because *he*” Here She broke off to point to Edmund “turned you in for sweeties.” and then as his eyes closed for a few seconds against the bright sunlight, he saw again the faun’s face as he was dragged away to be turned into one of Jadis’s many statues in the courtyard. It wasn’t a pleasant memory in the least, and if the Just King found it unpleasant, then how much more did Mr. Tumnus himself find it unpleasant to remember those dark days?
“Not there, put the table over here, by the fountain so there’s a cool breeze to counteract the sun’s heat.” He directed the servants who were setting up the garden for the planned tea. He wanted it to be as nice and pleasant as possible considering the conversation was more than likely going to be far from pleasant and comfortable for either party involved. He’d spoken to the chefs and had arranged for a wide selection of food to be served. There would be toast and butter, honey, jam, etc, sardines simply because Mr. Tumnus had liked sardines, if Edmund remembered Lucy’s words right, and scones and plenty of other good things to eat. One thing there would be none of was Turkish Delight of course, ever since that horrible day when Edmund had let himself be taken in by the Witch-Queen so easily, for the price of a box of Turkish Delight and a cup of warm coca, the Just King wanted nothing to do with Turkish Delight. Once the servants had finished setting up and had brought the tea things out and set them on the table, Edmund dismissed them, saying simply, “Thank you for your kind service. You may go.”
Standing up from the bench he’d been seated on, he stretched his arms and then yawned, an automatic reflex that wasn’t really that necessary now. Sure he slept at night, but with no nightmares to plague his dreams. He made his way over to the table and sat down in the chair that did not face the fountain. Edmund closed his eyes for a few moments to try and finish composing the perfect apology that not only asked forgiveness but explained everything in a way that made sense. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice when the garden gate opened and his guest arrived.
Words: 672
Tag: Tumnus
Notes: This should be interesting.
Credit: N/A for title. Lewis for characters and book storylines.
The memories that thinking of that time prior to his rescue by the group sent by Aslan were not in any way worth thinking about but to be able to form the proper and correct apology, Edmund had to think about them, had to remember every detail down to the last things said. He could hear very low Her voice in the back of his mind, ”Do you know why you are here, Faun?” Then Tumnus’s answer, “Because I believe in a Free Narnia.” and then Her voice again, “No, you are here because *he*” Here She broke off to point to Edmund “turned you in for sweeties.” and then as his eyes closed for a few seconds against the bright sunlight, he saw again the faun’s face as he was dragged away to be turned into one of Jadis’s many statues in the courtyard. It wasn’t a pleasant memory in the least, and if the Just King found it unpleasant, then how much more did Mr. Tumnus himself find it unpleasant to remember those dark days?
“Not there, put the table over here, by the fountain so there’s a cool breeze to counteract the sun’s heat.” He directed the servants who were setting up the garden for the planned tea. He wanted it to be as nice and pleasant as possible considering the conversation was more than likely going to be far from pleasant and comfortable for either party involved. He’d spoken to the chefs and had arranged for a wide selection of food to be served. There would be toast and butter, honey, jam, etc, sardines simply because Mr. Tumnus had liked sardines, if Edmund remembered Lucy’s words right, and scones and plenty of other good things to eat. One thing there would be none of was Turkish Delight of course, ever since that horrible day when Edmund had let himself be taken in by the Witch-Queen so easily, for the price of a box of Turkish Delight and a cup of warm coca, the Just King wanted nothing to do with Turkish Delight. Once the servants had finished setting up and had brought the tea things out and set them on the table, Edmund dismissed them, saying simply, “Thank you for your kind service. You may go.”
Standing up from the bench he’d been seated on, he stretched his arms and then yawned, an automatic reflex that wasn’t really that necessary now. Sure he slept at night, but with no nightmares to plague his dreams. He made his way over to the table and sat down in the chair that did not face the fountain. Edmund closed his eyes for a few moments to try and finish composing the perfect apology that not only asked forgiveness but explained everything in a way that made sense. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not notice when the garden gate opened and his guest arrived.
Words: 672
Tag: Tumnus
Notes: This should be interesting.
Credit: N/A for title. Lewis for characters and book storylines.
