Old places and Old faces {Peter}

[bhaltair]

Old Places and Old Faces

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Cair Paravel in all it’s glory. Bhaltair had never seen something so wonderful in his life. He still remembers the first time he had laid eyes on the great castle. It had been his first ever party, he remembered the huge fancy and the dancing the fancy halls that lined the castle. He had loved each time he had come back to the castle after that. Now he could enjoy it even more in this life. Some how seeing the castle it looked ten times better then it did when he was alive. Maybe everything would be better now here in Aslan’s country. He was mostly looking forward to doing all the things he had missed out on when he was alive. Now he would have time to see different places, met new people and enjoy every second about it, not having to worry about things he might have when he was alive, now he could have a relaxful life full of adventure and the unknown.

He gripped Argos reins tight as the horse walked along side of him as they both made there way towards the main gates of the castle. He couldn’t wait; he could feel his heart beating fast. How he was looking forward to spending so time here, learning the history of Narnia, riding through its woods and meeting new people. Maybe he would even get to see the kings and queens again. Though he had only met them briefly each time he had come to the castle, he knew for sure that they would not remember every single face of a person they had met, cause Bhaltair was sure that they did met a lot of people. He didn’t know what it was going to be like once he went back to Archenland, would it be just the same as it was in Aslan’s country would it be different, would his friends be there as well, and there King the knight wondered what had become of him, these were just few of the many questions that the young man had and he didn’t know if all of them would be answered but he could still get some of them answered.

They were closer now. So close that he could see two guards up ahead. He wondered what guards were doing outside its walls, wasn’t Aslan’s country a peaceful place, but then again he guessed even here you had to be careful. He stopped when he approached them. “What do you want”, grumbled one of the guards. “I wish to seek a room in the castle”. The two guards grunted, but to him it sounded almost like a laugh. “Try the Inn I am sure they have lots of room for passer bys”. Bhaltair frowned, he was a noble, knight of Archenland, but then again he had nothing to prove it. He didn’t have his armour nor his cape bearing the sign of Archenland and he didn’t even have a sword or shield with him. Thanks Aslan for not giving me this things, you give me my horse but not my sword or shield, he thought to himself. But it was no matter he was going to have to find away to get in. “I am of noble blood and I wish to stay here”.“Ya and I am the king of Narnia”, they both started to laugh. If they wanted to be that way then so be it. “Then I wish to speak to the High King then”. He smirked as both guards looked at each other and one of them went to go get the King. Bhaltair just hoped that Peter might in fact remember a face he had once seen before, it was a long shot but it was worth a try.

[Peter Pevensie]

Even before the guard had showed up Peter was having a rotten day. The midmorning meeting went terribly. There was a lot of arguing as usual. He was ready to give up. The high king sighed to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. He was in his study glancing through his notes he had managed to take while the arguing was taking place. One of the men had wanted more land. He wasn’t pleased with the amount that he had right now. I’ve been more than generous with him, Peter thought with a small shake of his head. I have to put my foot down and tell him no. I have to treat him the same way I treat the other noble lords. He rubbed the back of his neck, mentally noting that he would have to take the old man aside and tell him that he can’t favor him. And since when did I ever? He wondered to himself. The high king placed the notes aside with a small groan. He stared out at the window, his mind starting to drift off. He was happy that he was back in Narnia again. And this time for good. The initial shock of his death had worn off and he was now coming to terms with it. It was just good to be home again. He remembered that he was instantly in his high king mode two days after they had arrived. Or two days after they had died respectfully.

All he remembered was the screeching of the tires on the train tracks and screams from the other passengers. He also remembered the pain as he was dying. His last thoughts as he took his final breath was his siblings. He wondered if they were okay. He hoped they would be. It came as a shock when they were standing with Aslan. It was the Great Lion who had explained to them that they had died. Their parents had also died on the same train. There were times that the high king had wished that their parents would come to Narnia. He knew they would love it here. Peter was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Come on,” he said politely. One of the guards opened the door and walked in. Peter couldn’t help but to quirk an eyebrow at his expression. Needless to say he didn’t look too happy as he bowed. “Forgive the intrusion sire, but someone is requiring your presence,” Peter frowned. “Did you get their name?” he wanted to know. The guard shook his head. “He wanted to have a room in the castle.” Well this was interesting. Peter nodded as he rose to his feet. “Where is he?” Peter asked. “By the main gates sire. My partner is with him,” the high king nodded his thanks as he walked out.

The guard closed the door and followed behind Peter. The high king shook his head. He was capable of taking care of himself. But try telling the guards that. He ran a hand through his hair as he wondered who it was that wanted to speak with him. The first name that had appeared in his head was Ireth. But then the guards had mention that it was a male. Interesting. Perhaps it was one of the nobles’ children. As he walked through the hallways Peter finally shook his head again. He would know when he got there. “May I help you?” Peter asked when he finally approached both the young man and the guard. The guard bowed deeply. There was a look of confusion on his face as he glanced down at the man. He then blinked. The man did look familiar. Then again, as the high king, Peter did meet a lot of people. “Haven’t we met before?” he inquired politely. “You do look familiar,” The two guards traded looks as they glanced to the man. “My lord maybe you’re mistaken,” the one that had gotten him told him. Peter whirled around, his eyes were flashing. “You would be wise to keep your thoughts to yourself.” The guard grumbled as he stayed silent. Peter shook his head again before turning to look at the man.

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[bhaltair]

Old Places and Old Faces

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He would never have this much troubles back when he was alive, the guards would very well know that he was a noblemen. There would be no back talking like they were now, he was a knight and they should show him some respect but of course he didn’t look much like a knight right now, he looked just like a normal person walking past so he somewhat didn’t blame the guards for the way they had acted but still. He would hate to see what they were like to the common people. He wasn’t the normal type of noblemen though. He had worked hard to get his title, he was a true and just knight and would help anyone no matter who they were. He had seen what other nobles were like; all they cared about was there land and how much money they got. They didn’t care about the people that lived in the villages within the place where there manor was. A few years back that had been Bhaltair he didn’t care much for begging people in the town or the workers in the field, but he had changed. And when she had changed him, he had been there handing out money to the poor, working in the fields along side the farmers.

That had all changed the night Gavin had stabbed him and left him to die in the fire. Life had been going good until then, he had a great party for him, he drank all he wanted, danced with a few ladies, talked with his good friends and fellow knights and then had left for a good nights sleep but never made it that far. That morning he had planned on meeting the young girl in the town where she lived and ride out and have a nice lunch with her in the forest. He knew that not many people would have liked the fact about him seeing a commoner her, but she had been a dear friend and he never got the chance to tell her that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He would never know what had happened to her, did she move on find a nice husband and have a family, maybe he would find her here in Aslan’s Country, or maybe in Archenland when he traveled back there.

Bhaltair kicked a rock as he waited for the guard to come back with the king. He just hoped that Peter would remember an old friend. Although Bhaltair hadn’t been always in Narnia he had been in a few battles with the High King and a few sword fights here and there. Bhaltair was a good swordsman, but Peter was the best in all of Narnia, Bhaltair was better at the joust and one year he had bet the High King, so maybe just maybe Peter would remember an old face from long ago. The other guard was watching him never taking his eyes off Bhaltair as he petting his horse. Argos was getting restless and he calmed his horse, telling him that they would be inside soon so his horse could rest. It was along time to wait and he wished that the guard would stop staring at him. Then he heard a voice and finally his wait was over. He smiled and bowed his head, “Your highness, as I told your guards here I wish stay in the castle, my horse and I are tried from our journey”. And plus he wanted to come back to this place; he had liked it so much when he had come here the few times when he was alive. “Come on Pete, I am sure you would remember the man who beat you in the joust in Galma”. He smirked hoping that by Aslan’s name he would remember him, really he had no way of saying hey I am Sir Bhaltair Knight of Archenland, all he had was hope that Peter would in fact remember an old friend and an old face.