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The Lost Queen	By : roguey17 Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 23901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Gentlemen and Notebooks
Three months had passed ever since Harriet’s attack and Susan tried to be as indifferent as she could with the strange girl. When the teenager found out that Susan now locked her door at night, she would incensantly bang her fists against it, yelling odd curses., This, however, didn’t seem to trouble Aunt Rose’s sleep, whom Susan had discovered was quite a heavy sleeper on her first weeks in the Manor.
Susan wasn’t really scared for herself. She feared nevertheless, that Harriet might try to do something to her baby, since now at four months her pregnancy was quite obvious. She made sure to make an excuse to change plates with Aunt Rose the morning after the first attack, just in case the girl had put something in her food. Susan knew her cousin would never purposely hurt her mother, but the girl had continued to eat without even looking at her. In the end Aunt Rose hadn’t been poisoned and Susan had felt like an enormous idiot.
Harriet was rarely seen at day, only joining Rose, Susan and, occasionaly, the Baron, for meals. According to her mother she prefered to lock herself in her room for hours and pray.
“I never quite understood her. I’m really sure she thinks I don’t love her, but I just don’t know how to treat her! She is so strange Susan! I wish she could learn from you...” Aunt Rose had confessed to Susan when taking her to the doctor’s office for her weekly appointment.
Today Susan was walking the mansion’s grounds with the Baron. Shortly after having met her, he had made a habit to stop by the house in the afternoons and take long walks with her. Susan enjoyed his company and his tales of the Great War, when he had been a soldier. She told him her baby’s father had also longed to be in the army before he was killed but she refused to give away any more information about him.
“Why is it so important to keep his identity a secret?” The Baron asked after Susan announced she was tired and would like to sit down.
Susan sighed as she sat down on one of the lawn-chairs, “You never give up, do you,
Baron?” she chuckled.
“I just wish you would tell me a little more about him.” The Baron sat down next to her and made a grunting noise. “Oh my poor back!” He complained.
Susan laughed. “Careful, Baron” she warned playfully. “I can’t marry you if you’re dead.”
The Baron turned serious then. “That is if you marry me at all,” he said in a tired voice.
“Why me, Baron?” Susan asked suddenly. “I’m nothing.”
“You are not nothing.” The old man’s feautres softened. “You have loved and been loved, and that is the most important thing in the world,” he stated with affection. “You don’t realize it now, sweet Susan, but when you’re at death’s door like me, it will be the only thing that brings a smile to your lips,” he said sadly.
There was a long silence in which the Baron looked at Susan intensenly but her own gaze was fixed on her belly.
“His name was Peter,” she said finally and then put a hand over her mouth as silent tears began to slip down her cheeks.
“Oh dear Susan!” The Baron cried and patted her reasuringly on the back. “I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you... the memories of his death are still too near...”
“It’s not that, Baron,” Susan said, wiping her tears with her hands, “It’s just that I hadn’t said his name aloud since the funeral,” she added with a sad smile.
The Baron nodded and an awkward silence followed.
“We’d best go back inside,” he said looking at the sky. “A storm is brewing.”
Susan felt in a trance as she was led back into the house. She remembered seeing Aunt Rose and biding the Baron farewell. But there was only one thing on her mind. Since she had spoken his name it was all she could think about.
Peter’s notebooks.
She had wondered for months and months if what they had shared indeed been real, if he had loved her for her and not only because she had been the only female close in his age in Narnia; if he had loved her with the same passion she had felt for him in the real world. If all of his sweet words – whispered in the moment of ecstasy- had been true.
It was time to get some answers, and he wasn’t around anymore to give them.
When Susan reached her bedroom door she was suprised to see it half-open. She clearly remembered having locked it in the morning when she had gone downstairs to join Aunt Rose for breakfast. Then, upon a closer inspection, she noticed the tiny marks around the lock’s surface. It had definitley been tampered with.
Susan opened the door with reluctance and the sight that met her eyes was nothing short of horrifying.
The bed was a mess: covers thrown aside, the pillows laid side by side as if they were man and wife upon the bed’s surface. Her clothes were scatterred all over the place, torn and mangled.... And yet that was not what made the sight so horrible. It was the suitcases, all three of the remaining bags had been opened and their contents lay scattered around.
Susan instantly recognized Edmund’s copy of The Illiad and saw the stuffed lion Lucy would cling to desperatley when having a nightmare. Tears filled her eyes at the outrageousness of it all. These were her family’s things! How did the little monster dare? Then she noticed the third bag was empty.
Harriet had taken Peter’s notebooks.
She didn’t know how fast she ran out of the room, but soon she was at Harriet’s door. Hands protecting her stomach, she kicked it open with all the strenght she possesed.
Susan saw the girl sitting with her back to her, completley oblivious to the fact that someone had just burst into her room. She was staring at the cover of one of the notebooks.
“Why the hell did you take those?” Susan screamed.
She thought she heard a soft whimper for a second, but then she realized it wasn’t a sob.
It was giggling.
“You said his name was Peter,” the girl laughed.
“What?”
“Outside. With the Baron.” Harriet said between giggles. “You told him his name was Peter!” She yelled burtsting with laugheter.
“So?” Susan asked, thinking that the girl had clearly lost her mind.
Harriet turned and threw the notebook she was holding at her feet. Susan leaned down to pick it up and then she saw it.
Oh God.
Property of Peter Pevensie

“I...” Susan began but she was cut off by the hystericall laughter of her cousin.
“You laid with your own brother!” She screamed. “You are going to burn in hell!” she continued to laugh.
The deranged girl started walking towards Susan and began to circle her while chanting: “Burn, burn, burn, the wicked witch will burn!”
“Stop!” Susan yelled. “You don’t understand!” She tried to defend herself. “I... I... loved him.”
“Burn, burn, burn...”
“STOP!”
The girl stopped in her tracks but a horrible smile still graced her features.
“Give me those!” Susan demanded pointing at the notebooks.
“No,” Harriet spat with amusement. “I will keep them,” she laughed. “I will keep them and when I show them to Mother, she will banish you and I’ll be rid of you!”
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“Shut up, tramp” Harriet said with venom “I’s got you now!”
Susan didn’t know what came over her but before she knew it she had slapped Harriet across the face, sending the girl the the floor. The other girl was thrown back for a minute before getting up to her feet and closing the short distance between them pushing the older girl to the floor. She procedeed to hit her square in the abdomen and Susan gasped in pain.
“No!” She yelled and managed to pry the girl off her, she got to her feet as fast as she could and ran towards her own room, putting a chair behind the door to keep it closed.
Susan sank to the floor and held her belly with her hands. She would get them back, she would get Peter’s notebooks back even if that was the last thing she did.
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