charning | queen of narnia

Jadis is enraged. Aslan, back! Confirmed by the deputy of her own Maugrim, who died on the sword of the very child she thought she'd caught! Maugrim, dead. She paces. She comes too close to Winter for her liking on one of her passes through her throne room and rather than turn an instant before she means to she backhands him out of her way into the nearest wall. She paces and fumes and roars.

Finally she spins on her toe to face Winter, who may still be on the floor in his careless way but has surely recovered from the blow by now. "You," she says, "must go to the lion, and tell him that I desire safe conduct to treat with him on a matter of as much importance to him as to me. Go peacefully, I do not mind if you alarm the pitiful creatures who side with him but do not harm them while I seek parley. Do you understand, my Winter?" She bends to crook her first two fingers under his chin to turn his head up for frigid eye contact, inspecting him, thinking furious thoughts to which he's only an accessory. "I think the lion may be unnerved to see you. We will see."

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From:

deepest_magic

"I guess if you aren't going to come back out again time has to keep going without you," muses Bella. "I wonder what happened to him, though?"

From:

neverbeatme

"I'll just bet he came in and met the witch queen," says James. "And didn't have any friends for her to entice. So she did - that to him, instead."

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deepest_magic

"And he still knows his old name but he doesn't like it. It's peculiar."

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neverbeatme

"I'm not sure whether that reaction was offended dignity, or... something else," she says. "But my money's on something else, even if I don't know exactly what. And I definitely don't advise saying it to him again. I'm pretty sure he would've tried to kill you on the spot if he hadn't held back at the last second for the sake of diplomacy."

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deepest_magic

"Oh, yeah, I'm not going to repeat the experiment."

From:

neverbeatme

James smiles.

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deepest_magic

"Your sword seems really helpful."

From:

neverbeatme

"Yeah. It's sort of - compensating for the fact that I don't know how to use it, teaching me as I go along."

From:

deepest_magic

"Oh, it's teaching you, too? Nice."

From:

neverbeatme

"Yeah," she agrees. "It's a pretty great present."

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charning

And then the Queen arrives.

She approaches Aslan quite steadily. (There is a chill in the air at her approach, though the wand is gone.)

"You have," she declares, "a traitor there, Aslan."

From:

jackfrostbite

(Does he? That's interesting.)

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neverbeatme

(Does he? Who?)

From:

deepest_magic

(Huh?)

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alicornucopia

"It is a tenuous accusation," says Aslan. "And her offense was not against you."

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charning

"Have you forgotten the Deep Magic?" asks the Witch.

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alicornucopia

"Let us say that I have forgotten it," suggests Aslan, grave. "Tell us of this Deep Magic."

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charning

"Tell you!" cries the Witch. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone which stands beside us? Tell you what is written in letters deep as a spear is long on the fire-stones on the Secret Hill? Tell you what is engraved on the very scepter of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea? You at least know the magic which the Emperor put into Narnia at the very beginning. You know that every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey and that for every treachery I have a right to a kill."

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alicornucopia

Mr. Beaver pipes up, quite audaciously: "Oh, is that how you fancy yourself a queen, because you were the Emperor's hangman! I see."

"Peace, Beaver," growls Aslan softly.

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neverbeatme

Well, that's... interesting.

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charning

The witch is quite suddenly pointing directly at James.

"And so that human creature is mine. Her life is forfeit to me. Her blood is my property."

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deepest_magic

"What," says Bella.

Edited Date: 2014-06-23 11:07 pm (UTC)

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neverbeatme

"What!" says James, very nearly at the same time. She is about to go on, but visibly cuts herself off and settles for an indignant stare.

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charning

"Come try and take her!" suggests the bull with the man's head, menacingly.

"Fool!" snarls the witch, "do you really think your master can rob me of my rights by mere force? He knows the Deep Magic better than that. He knows that unless I have blood as the Law says all Narnia will be overturned and perish in fire and water."