The three of them stood in a line, waiting.

The first to appear around the corner was Vellum, who was probably sent by Vartan to check on Lucy.

And trailing right behind him, were four guards.

They acted quickly.

Since Caspian was in between Peter and Trumpkin, he went for Vellum, while the other two went for the guards.

Caspian didn't waste any time.

He ran up to Vellum -who was frozen in place from utter shock- and with great speed, swung his sword with amazing strength and parted Vellums head from his shoulders.

After he saw the physical object roll and hit the ground with a thud, he quickly moved on without a second thought.

He saw Trumpkin had already slit one of the guards throats and was on his second target, While Peter and another guard were slowly circling each other waiting for the other to strike.

But where was the fourth?

He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and looked down the hallway where the staircase lie ahead, and saw the last guard starting run down the long hallway in an attempt to escape.

"Trumpkin give me your dagger!" Caspian yelled to the dwarf.

This distracted the guard and Trumpkin withdrew the large dagger from his chest and hurled it quickly, finding its mark in the guards forehead, killing him instantly.

Caspian retrieved the bloody dagger out of the dead mans skull, and quickly spun around and threw it at the retreating figure, the blade hitting in the lower back with a loud sounding thud.

Caspian looked back at Trumpkin and gave him a nod, allowing the dwarf to run ahead and finish the kill.

A loud clash of steel made Caspian look back at Peter -who could have killed the guard instantly and moved on to the next-seemed to be enjoying himself as he sword fought the shaking guard with great poise and skill.

"We don't have any more time for this." Caspian stated and quickly sprung his sword into the mans back and kept pushing until he heard the clink indicating that the blade had gone all the way through.

"I had it sorted." Peter said irritated.

"I know but we don't have time." He said pointing at Lucy.

"Oh right." Peter said as he encased his sword, and gently picked up Lucy.

Caspian felt disappointed that he couldn't carry Lucy, but knew now was not the time to argue.

Caspian too encased his sword as he and Peter walked up the last hallway and met Trumpkin at the staircase.

They went up the never ending spiral stairwell, but finally they saw the heavy locked wooden door up ahead.

Trumpkin pulled out a brass ring with a variety of keys out of his flannel.

"Why is always fifty keys when you only need one." Peter whispered as Trumpkin was trying key after key hoping one of them would fit into the lock. Finally one of the locks went into place, and with a smile, Trumpkin looked up at Peter.

"Got it."

"We don't have time for this." Caspian said exasperated as he looked at Lucy, who was looking more and more lifeless by the minute.

"Your right, she's burning up, Trumpkin we know how to get out of here so lets make this quick."

Trumpkin nodded and slowly opened the door looking to make sure no guards were near. To the right was a dark low ceiling and slim stoned hall in the servants living quarters. And to the left, was giant halls that would expose them, so the servants wing was the quickest and easiest way to get out of the castle without being noticed.

They traveled quietly through the servants domain and they never spoke for fear of being her heard and slipped past each room without being noticed.

"There is the door that indicates the end of the servants wing, and remember that the greatest challenge lies just beyond those doors." Trumpkin whispered as they rounded the last corner. "Just beyond those doors are-" Suddenly a door opened near the wooden doors at the end of the hallway and Trumpkin quickly shoved Caspian and Peter back behind the previous corner, but not before the servant looked at them.

Peter gently set Lucy down against the wall and stood up grabbing the hilt of his sword. "I'll take care of it." He muttered as he started to walk towards the corner, but Caspian grabbed his bicep tightly.

"Peter don't, she did nothing wrong." Caspian whispered back.

"She's blocking our pa-" Peter stopped once he heard light footsteps coming closer to them.

"Don't kill her." Caspian warned.

Peter waved his hand at Caspian, which said he was growing tired of this conversation.

Peter waited just around the corner as the footsteps got closer.

Stupid girl.

Caspian thought.

As the petite servant came around the corner to investigate what she had just seen, Peter quickly grabbed her shoulders, thrust her against the wall and jabbed his forearm into her throat before she could scream while cutting off her oxygen intake. He lifted her off the ground, her back getting cut from being pressed too hard against the jagged stone walls, and slowly leant his mouth to her ear.

"You belong to us now wench." Peter growled. "If you want to live, kindly help us escape without uttering a word to those blasted guards, or you will bleed out a painful death just like every other figure we have encountered." He said enunciated each word clearly close to her ear.

Caspian was standing next to Lucy as he watched the whole scene.

He took in the young woman, who was dressed in proper uniform as a servant, with a cap covering her head and a long ugly brown garment that reached the floor.

He looked at her tan face and was surprised that she kept straight eye contact with Peter. Her face remained neutral as she looked up at Peter who was still looming over her, and Caspian saw no fear displayed in her bright blue eyes.

This infuriated Peter.

He easily picked her up by the shoulders and began shaking her, so enraged he forgot to stay quiet.

Caspian quickly walked over and punched Peter hard in the bicep, making Peter loosen his hold on the maid.

"Peter calm yourself." Caspian said clearly as he pushed him away.

He looked back at the woman whose cap had fallen off, revealing long thick curly auburn hair.

"What is your name?" Caspian asked gently, assuming she was a bit shaken from being shaken.

"Elwyn." She said clearly.

"Lady Elwyn," Caspian started. "We need to get out of this castle quickly." He gestured to Lucy slumped against the wall, and then slowly, his eyes crept back to her blue ones. "Will you not help us?" He asked desperately.

She never wavered from his gaze.

"Just beyond these quarters, there are at least twenty men swarming like bees around the two guards you killed." She said pointedly at Trumpkin.

"There's got to be another way then." Peter stated, not accepting her answer.

"Not unless you'd like to chat with Vartan at the north gate, and a hundred other men." She answered sarcastically, making Peter scoff.

"I think we'd better stick to the south gate." Peter answered with a glare.

She looked at Caspian. "Very well. Come, I shall create a misdirection."

"And how do we know you aren't leading us into a trap?" Peter interjected harshly. She stiffened and slowly turned her daunting gaze to Peter, who found himself unable to keep eye contact with her kind blue eyes.

"Because I have already informed you that there is one." She narrowed her eyes.

"We can handle twenty." Trumpkin stated.

"Yes, but they are likely calling for more, so we must hurry." She confirmed and began walking to the exit of the servants quarters.

Caspian quickly picked up Lucy before Peter could, and realized that her body had already begun to stiffen.

Peter and Trumpkin unsheathed their swords once more and followed their guide to the end of the hall.

"I'm going to try and get as many as I can to follow me towards the western part of the castle where the dungeon lies. As soon as you believe it safe enough, go." She whispered to them before she opened the two doors, where just on the other side was freedom, or death.

"Farewell, and long live Aslan."

She slipped through the wooden doors and the three of them watched her expose herself to the guards who seemed to be buzzing around the two dead bodies at the south gate. They looked at her with curiosity, but she acted quickly.

"They almost killed me! Please do hurry or they are going to kill general Vartan!" She said desperately in an annoying high pitched voice.

"Who's going to kill the general?" One of the guards asked.

"The Narnians who else?! I thought you guards were supposed to 'guard' your master!" She screeched.

"Well where are they?" Another guard asked quickly.

"Almost to the north gate, we better hurry!" She said as she began to jog away from the exit. Only five of them ended up following her, but it was better than nothing.

Trumpkin and Peter let out a cry and ran towards the guards blocking the exit, with Caspian close behind.

Soon enough, the sound of clashing steel and piercing screams of men in pain echoed throughout the castle, and too soon, streams of guards came running around numerous corners.

"There's too many of them, we can't hold them off." Trumpkin declared as he thrust his small sword through a guards back and moved on to the next.

"Which is why we're staying." Peter yelled back as he opened the giant doors, and continued sword fighting the never ending flow of guards.

"Caspian get Lucy back to the Cair." Peter ordered.

Caspian whistled loudly, and started running towards the doors, when his black gelding came trotting into the entrance. He quickly put Lucy in the saddle, and looked back at Peter.

"Peter I can't just leave."

"That's an order Caspian." Peter yelled as he lunged at a guard and thrust his sword straight through the mans heart.

"Go." Peter growled and Caspian knew it was no use. He leapt onto his horse, looped his arm tightly around Lucy's waist putting pressure on her wound, and kicked his horse startling it and making it rear.

Caspian gave one last look back with sadness knowing it wouldn't be long until the two of them couldn't hold them back.

"I'll be back."

He said and urged his horse into a gallop and quickly exited the castle.

Since the castle of Harfang was isolated by woods, it kept Caspian and Lucy unexposed to any enemies.

"Stay with me Lucy." He whispered gently as he urged his horse forward towards the camp over two miles northwest.

Every time he looked down at her, his heart ripped more and more when he saw her bruised and swollen white face.

He kept urging his horse forward, but it was no use, Lucy's stiffening body was getting worse and worse by the second.

He knew if he didn't do anything, she was going to die.

He kicked his horse into a run, though he knew it wasn't good for Lucy's fragile body. But he needed that cordial, and she needed to be alive for it to work.

Finally he broke through a small clearing hidden deep in mountains, where he and a small band of centaurs made camp three miles north west of the castle of Harfang.

Caspian pulled his horse to a halt in front of Thatch.

"Get Lucy's cordial in Trumpkin's saddlebag." Caspian ordered seriously before even giving his a general a chance to speak.

"She's lost far too much blood." Caspian said as he put more pressure against her abdomen to keep the bleeding at a minimum.

"I found it your highness." Thatch said as he hurried back to Caspian and quickly handed it to him.

Caspian dropped the reins as he grabbed the glass bottle. "Come on Lucy." He whispered in her ear as he gently opened her mouth slightly.

"I need you to stay with me."

He hovered the glass bottle above her mouth and struggled to be patient as one drop slipped down from the bottle and streamed down her throat. Time seemed to stop. Everything was completely still and he stopped breathing as he concentrated on her face. Not even the strongest force could have made him turn away.

Yes he had seen the juice of the fire flower cure many a time, but this time was different. For it was Lucy.

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, he expelled his breath heavily as he saw color coming back to her face and the swelling beginning to decease.

He watched in complete wonder as he saw her body heal before his eyes, but it wasn't until her eyes fluttered open and met his before he broke into a grin.