[au] Narnia and the North

[the_seafarer]

There's a chill bite to the air, these days. The horses have been growing out their winter coats, and they look shaggy and plump as Caspian turns them out into the paddocks. Behind the stables, in the makeshift woodshop he'd cobbled together, the sleigh from his drawings is starting to come together. 

He hopes he'll have it finished by Christmas. With a little luck, and maybe some assistance, he thinks it should be possible. The tack, he's largely left up to Susan's devices, though he'd commission Gimli the dwarf for the various buckles and other metal pieces they'll need.

Once the horses are turned out, he gets to his other morning chores with a will, whistling cheerfully as he does. The stable stays strangely quiet around him. It takes him the better part of an hour to realize the strangeness is because he's become accustomed to Susan's cheerful presence working alongside him, talking or humming or simply working in companionable silence. 

Caspian pauses in his task – refilling the grain chest – and looks around. Susan's nowhere to be seen, and when he later wanders through the stables, checking each stall and outside, he can't find her there, either.

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[sai_delgado]

Fog-gray eyes go wide with shock... and sudden horrified realization.

"Ye'd stumbled upon the Lord of Nightmare's realm?"

No wonder Caspian had startled so when she'd mentioned what had happened here, all those months ago.

[the_seafarer]

"I don't know," Reepicheep admits. "The castaway we found only called it the place where dreams came to life. There was a bit of ribbing about that, as sailors do, joking about the dreams they hoped to see, but the castaway was adamant that it was not daydreams but dreams. The next moment, there was a great rush and scramble as all headed for the oars."

The Mouse flicks his ears, clever fingers nimbly working out the next snarl. "I admit, I didn't not understand the fear that gripped our crew. But even King Caspian himself said there were some things no man could face.

"It seemed we might be trapped in that darkness forever, until a spark of light appeared – an albatross, high in the sky. By the grace of Aslan, it led us out and into the good clean air once more. We found, then, that the man we'd rescued was none other than Lord Rhoop, one of those His Majesty had set sail to find. But I never forgot it: the power dreams have over one's mind and fears. And so I don't believe you've been foolish at all."

[sai_delgado]

"He must have been so grateful," Susan murmurs, as she pats her hands dry. "Yer Lord Rhoop. It were brave and bold of ye to venture so into such a place."

She sighs, a little wearily. "Ye are very kind, Sir Reepicheep. But it's not -- it's not as though -- I'd not deny the Dream-lord's power, do'ee ken? For oh, he's of the Seven, and beyond any mortal ken, for all that he's been kind to me. But this were different, and I'm shamed that I took on so for something I ken full well is over and done, say true."

[the_seafarer]

"Perhaps he was," comes Caspian's voice from the door. He'd arrived mid-way through Reepichee's story and chosen to wait outside, listening, until now. He steps through the door, taking in the bowl of water, the cloths, Reepicheep working through Susan's tangled hair. "Rhoop, that is. But the truth of it was that his years on the Dark Island had hollowed him out into only a shell of a man. I'm not sure there was enough left of him to be able to feel gratitude."

He comes across the room and kneels at Susan's feet, then takes a cloth and gently lifts her hand from the water so he can begin cleaning her cuts. "Well, Su, you've heard how Reep has shamed me, in the past. Sir Reepicheep, do you say sai Delgado has acted without courage?"

"Never, sire!" the Mouse replies, aghast. "If I did, may I throw myself from this window in disgrace."

[sai_delgado]

Her glance flicks past Caspian to the door for a moment, looking to see if the others have followed him, before she turns back to them.

"Thee are both kind, then, I wot," she insists, with a spark of her usual spirit. "But 'twere still foolish of me. I thought only to spare thee worry, and here I've caused it instead."

[the_seafarer]

"You've given us something to do with our day," Caspian says, easily. "I'm sorry, Su. You shall simply have to put up with our worrying, and worry over us in return another day."

[sai_delgado]

She gives him a searching look, then visibly decides to leave it be. Susan sits still between them while they both fuss over her, one with her hair and the other with her hands, and considers for a moment or two.

"What happened to him?" she asks, at last. "To Sir Rhoop, I mean."

[the_seafarer]

"We left him for a while on Ramandu's island," Caspian tells her. "Ramandu offered him a dreamless sleep, which was all the poor man wanted. He joined his former comrades, Lords Argoz, Revilian, and Mavramorn, already in the enchanted slumber, and we continued on to the east. When we returned, the lords woke, and we brought them with us back to Narnia."

[sai_delgado]

This time her sigh is more wistful. "Such a wonder, that journey of yours," Susan murmurs. "And to come home to Narnia at the end of it. The stories are true, oh aye."

[the_seafarer]

"Aye," he agrees, carefully blotting her sore hand dry, then picking up the other. "After all our voyaging, it warmed out hearts to see Narnia once again."

His sea-gray gaze flicks up to her face, a hidden smile warming his eyes. "Would you like to see it, too?"

[sai_delgado]

Susan blinks at him, uncomprehending. “Aye, of course, but how ever could I?”

[the_seafarer]

"It's not quite the same," he admits. "But my door opens onto Aslan's Country, and there one can roam all through the old familiar places of Narnia before returning here. I have, on many occasions."

[sai_delgado]

She puts her free hand over his and holds on, fog-gray eyes wide. “Thee mean it,” she whispers, searching his face. “Thee can go and come back? It’s not like the clearing?”

[the_seafarer]

"I mean it," he promises, steady and warm. He smiles at her, sweet, and drops his head to gently kiss her sore fingers. "It's not like the clearing. Reep and I have both been there and back again, haven't we, Reepicheep?"

"Yes, Sire," the Mouse replies, swiftly. "You'd love it there, Daughter of Eve. You've never seen a place so lovely."

[sai_delgado]

And oh, but the sweet smile that curves her lips is bright as sunshine, and the look in her eyes is a shining thing of hope and disbelief and delight.

"Then aye, I would, and that willingly and more," she tells him - tells them, really. "Oh, Caspian, how I'd love to see it, say true."

[the_seafarer]

His relief and delight are clear and break across his face in equal measure. "Then go we shall," he promises her. "Just as soon as you're cleaned up and ready. Cuthbert and Alain will mind the stables today."

[sai_delgado]

"Oh, is that what thee needed to speak with them about?" she teases. "Sir Reepicheep, a moment, I beg--"

She tugs her hair free of his paws and leans forward to throw her arms around Caspian and hug him tightly.

[the_seafarer]

He laughs and leans his head against hers. "I didn't want you to worry about the chores," he teases in return.

As a method of taking her mind off things, it seems already to be working splendidly.

[sai_delgado]

"Thee very dear," she whispers. "Caspian, I can't tell thee what it means."

[the_seafarer]

He curves his hand against the back of her head and smiles at the way Reepicheep obviously directs his gaze out the window, softly humming to himself.

"You needn't," he murmurs. "I'm grateful to be able to give this to you, Su."

[sai_delgado]

She holds on for a moment longer, then loosens her hold and sits up, all practicality.

"Then I best get to it, if we're to have any time at all," she says. Susan brushes at her jeans and pauses as a thought strikes her. She looks up at Caspian, uncertain. "What do - I've no gowns like a court lady'd wear--"

[the_seafarer]

"If you want one, I can provide it," he says, taking her concerns seriously. "But your jeans will work just as well, I promise. After all, I expect we'll do quite a lot of walking."

[sai_delgado]

Susan eyes him. "There's a great deal of difference between the two," she points out. "Which is it that I should wear?"

[the_seafarer]

He opens his mouth to say whatever you like, but catches Reepicheep's gimlet gaze and rethinks himself.

"Wear your jeans," he tells her. "If we need anything else, I have a feeling we'll find it there."

[sai_delgado]

"As ye'd have it, then." Susan shifts and gets to her feet. "If ye'd but give me a few minutes to wash up, I can be ready that quick."