AND AND AND so like one of the battles is totally Miraz drawling, "I hear the deputy is quite an accomplished poker player." "The best in in the Southwest!" Lucy pipes up indignantly. Susan puts a hand on her shoulder and grips tightly. "It's alright, Lucy," says Edmund, and looks at Miraz's smug smile with, like, A STEELY GLARE. "Three card brag, seven card stud, five card draw, Texas Hold 'Em. You name it." "I'll cut you a deal," Miraz announces. "Come to my house for supper tonight, deputy. It will be better fare than the likes of which you usually tuck into, I'm sure. We will play a little poker, and we will play for the land." "If I win, you git your goons and your fancy talk and your snake-oil negotiations and you leave Narnia," says Edmund. "You never come back again." "But of course," Miraz replies. "But if I win..." "You won't!" Lucy cries out. Susan snaps, "Lucy!" "I'm going too!" Lucy says fiercely. "I'll play poker with you, I'm not afraid." "No," says Susan. "I'll go." And Edmund and Miraz are, like, taken aback. "Su--" Edmund begins. "Far be it from me," Miraz exclaims, completely underestimating her, "to deny such a lovely lady the pleasure of partaking in a little fun, hmm?" He grins unctuously at Susan, who glares at him. "Come to my house tonight, Ms. Pevensie. We shall have a lovely time." He adds, "Leave your rifle at home." When Miraz and his retinue leave, Susan pours a drink for all of them and says, "Miraz didn't say I couldn't bring my pistol."
At Miraz's house Susan and Caspian flirt a bit and Edmund has to be like, "Sis! Focus!" But someone in the card game is being a cad and of course it ends with a lot of gunshots and people falling through windows.
Aslan... is a coyote?
I have a hard time getting a handle on Lucy, because I don't usually write her. I just know she never quite stops believing, and she misses magic. She only has the memory of the memory of magic, but how does magic feel? When she realizes she can't remember, it breaks her heart. But she never stops believing: in Aslan, in Narnia, in herself, in the world.
At the same time, I am toying with the idea that the Pevensies understand that Aslan = Jesus, and that Christianity is the way to go. So they go to church. Lucy adores it, talks about how Jesus does look like Aslan, look at his hair, etc. Edmund appreciates its solemnity, and Susan appreciates its ceremony, and Peter goes because it is his duty as Aslan's Knight. But it bores them sometimes. They pinch each other to keep awake during services. Edmund says once, "It is rather like being back at court when Peter gives one of those overlong speeches," which makes Lucy giggle and Peter smile wryly, and Susan tells him off for blaspheming. Lucy takes to wearing a crucifix; she wears it proudly. Edmund and Susan stop wearing theirs; Susan because it feels like a hollow symbol, and Edmund because he doesn't need a trinket to believe. Father Christmas never gave him a gift and he turned out alright, didn't he? The Pevensies sometimes talk about the differences between the lessons of the Bible and the lessons of their lives in Narnia, trying to reconcile the differences. Edmund knows how to distill signs and symbols, and he recognizes the value of true lies, but Susan is not as good at this as he. These discussions stay with her. She thinks about them when she is alone, when she can't sleep. She misses the echo of marble and living by the sea.
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AND AND AND so like one of the battles is totally Miraz drawling, "I hear the deputy is quite an accomplished poker player."
"The best in in the Southwest!" Lucy pipes up indignantly. Susan puts a hand on her shoulder and grips tightly.
"It's alright, Lucy," says Edmund, and looks at Miraz's smug smile with, like, A STEELY GLARE. "Three card brag, seven card stud, five card draw, Texas Hold 'Em. You name it."
"I'll cut you a deal," Miraz announces. "Come to my house for supper tonight, deputy. It will be better fare than the likes of which you usually tuck into, I'm sure. We will play a little poker, and we will play for the land."
"If I win, you git your goons and your fancy talk and your snake-oil negotiations and you leave Narnia," says Edmund. "You never come back again."
"But of course," Miraz replies. "But if I win..."
"You won't!" Lucy cries out.
Susan snaps, "Lucy!"
"I'm going too!" Lucy says fiercely. "I'll play poker with you, I'm not afraid."
"No," says Susan. "I'll go." And Edmund and Miraz are, like, taken aback.
"Su--" Edmund begins.
"Far be it from me," Miraz exclaims, completely underestimating her, "to deny such a lovely lady the pleasure of partaking in a little fun, hmm?" He grins unctuously at Susan, who glares at him. "Come to my house tonight, Ms. Pevensie. We shall have a lovely time." He adds, "Leave your rifle at home."
When Miraz and his retinue leave, Susan pours a drink for all of them and says, "Miraz didn't say I couldn't bring my pistol."
At Miraz's house Susan and Caspian flirt a bit and Edmund has to be like, "Sis! Focus!" But someone in the card game is being a cad and of course it ends with a lot of gunshots and people falling through windows.
Aslan... is a coyote?
I have a hard time getting a handle on Lucy, because I don't usually write her. I just know she never quite stops believing, and she misses magic. She only has the memory of the memory of magic, but how does magic feel? When she realizes she can't remember, it breaks her heart. But she never stops believing: in Aslan, in Narnia, in herself, in the world.
At the same time, I am toying with the idea that the Pevensies understand that Aslan = Jesus, and that Christianity is the way to go. So they go to church. Lucy adores it, talks about how Jesus does look like Aslan, look at his hair, etc. Edmund appreciates its solemnity, and Susan appreciates its ceremony, and Peter goes because it is his duty as Aslan's Knight. But it bores them sometimes. They pinch each other to keep awake during services. Edmund says once, "It is rather like being back at court when Peter gives one of those overlong speeches," which makes Lucy giggle and Peter smile wryly, and Susan tells him off for blaspheming. Lucy takes to wearing a crucifix; she wears it proudly. Edmund and Susan stop wearing theirs; Susan because it feels like a hollow symbol, and Edmund because he doesn't need a trinket to believe. Father Christmas never gave him a gift and he turned out alright, didn't he? The Pevensies sometimes talk about the differences between the lessons of the Bible and the lessons of their lives in Narnia, trying to reconcile the differences. Edmund knows how to distill signs and symbols, and he recognizes the value of true lies, but Susan is not as good at this as he. These discussions stay with her. She thinks about them when she is alone, when she can't sleep. She misses the echo of marble and living by the sea.