Cair Paravel Library
Peter was talking of useless measures.
Caspian and Reepicheep found the unending proposal to be more cynical than a psychotherapist suffering from schizophrenia. As for the rest of them, Lucy, Susan and Kashmir was listening intently but they were each thinking of ways in which to end this useless speech quickly. Edmund, who stopped listening ages ago, stared out the window looking at the rain, that or a meandering fly who was minding its own business. Nikiv meanwhile was outside of the library in the hallway, figuring that his personal experience with recent affairs in Poland would have no significance in the conversation.
"So," Peter said, finally taking a breath after just finishing an alarming twenty-seven minutes on why he is theoretically correct. "That is my proposal of action. What say you?"
Blank stares of confusion. It was like an assembly of idiots watching another idiot dumber than they explain the Theory of Relativity. In short, a mess of nonsense.
"I'm sorry," Caspian said shaking his head, "but you do realize that your proposal is ludicrously awful? Only an idiot or a fool would agree to it."
"I agree," Reepicheep replied, "it's not particularly sound considering the circumstances. Perhaps if you were to shorten the meaningless details and provide clearer motives then maybe it would be considered, but I highly doubt that this campaign will be successful."
Peter looked around and noticing that he was alone in the matter submitted to the nearest chair. Twirling his hair the young man turned towards the rodent with a haphazard smile. "You are always against me aren't you?"
"I was and am never against anyone, Your Majesty," Reepicheep said, "I am merely a Page giving his advice."
"Well your advice is depressing." Peter remarked tapping his finger on the table and looking at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Edmund turned towards Peter a moment and for once actually paid attention to him. He noticed something irregular about his brother. It wasn't his hair, his face or his demeanor- everything was physically fine, but there was something peculiar about him. It was as if he were suffering from psychopathy and were about to unleash a horrific frenzy.
"Peter," Edmund said, "is there something wrong?"
"No," Peter replied, "there is nothing wrong, I'm just tired is all."
"Probably because you've been talking about Blitzkrieg for the past thirty minutes." Kashmir butted in. "You know Blitzkrieg only works if we know what we we're up against and frankly sir, we don't."
"All I'm saying is that if we act now while the weather's good then maybe send a reconnaissance team to scout out their numbers." Peter said.
Nikiv stood at the door. He dried his eyes, for he was crying again and sniffled. Reepicheep turned towards him and smiled gently.
"You alright, son?"
Nikiv looked up at the comment and shook his head. "Don't call me that, please."
Reepicheep sighed and nodded graciously. "As you wish."
Nikiv walked from the door to a bookshelf. He noticed a book with a leather cover and realized the handwriting.
"W-w-where did you get this?" Nikiv asked, looking around the room to each person.
Kashmir ruffled his feathers but all of them turned to The Mouse who smiled and nodded.
"Pulled it from your father's body as they were carrying it away. Figured you would want something else to remember him by."
Nikiv said nothing and threw the book hard on the ground, destroying its seal and spilling chapters out onto the floor. It was the Russian version of Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre-Dame.
Nikiv left the room sobbing.