They rescued Edith late last night; she remembered Aslan's raiders blowing through the Witch's camp like a gale, lingering long enough to kill a few who stood in their way and plucking her out of her bonds like it was nothing. A centaur hauled her up into his arms and the motion made her so dizzy (or that could be the lack of proper nutrition from the last few days) that all she could do was squeeze her eyes tight and hold on.

Now, the grim centaur sat her down at the edge of camp and told her to wait for Aslan to come to see her. She crouched down and tried not to vomit the little contents she has in her stomach over her boots. While logically she knew she was far and away better off than she'd been before, she almost missed when the Witch had locked her up in her castle. Back then, she'd realized quickly how much trouble she'd gotten herself into, but now she had no idea what awaited her.

Would Aslan kill her? Probably not--he seemed to have some need of her for his plan--but maybe afterward he would have her executed for her crimes. Get rid of her before she could ruin something else. Would he thrash her like the disobedient brat that she was? Would he wrack her across the coals and humiliate her like she deserved?

She began to quake at the sound of gentle padding walking towards her and found she didn't dare to look up. She understood now how a person might die of fright because she could feel her heart race as if it would burst.

A voice called her name, great and terrible as the dawn; she looked up almost accidentally and quietly breathes a small "oh".

She looked into his great gold eyes and a hymn bloomed in the back of her mind as his eyes saw her.

"You are expected, Daughter of Eve. Come and eat, before you collapse from weakness," he beckoned.

She stood, unsteady as a newborn foal, and took her first step.