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[friend_of_lucy]

He had a day of grace before they came, wolves circling as the door was burst open.

Tumnus stood and tried not to tremble as Maugrim growled through the warrant,

"The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting his trial on a charge of High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc., also of comforting her said Majesty's enemies, harbouring spies and fraternizing with Humans.

signed MAUGRIM, Captain of the Secret Police, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN."

As it was read, his home, his father's home was taken apart before his eyes, if they could break something they did and Tumnus wished to cry out and tremble. Yet he couldn't, he would not betray Lucy that way, he would be strong and be a true Narnian.

Always growling, Maugrim and his men paced Tumnus trying to make him respond and finally had to simply lead him through the snow towards Her House as his home stood like a wound.

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[friend_of_lucy]

Now he tries to peer around and see the statues, looking for a small figure full of laughter.

Tumnus doesn't see her but that doesn't mean she's not there, but he can't let her down, so he faces her,

"S.she's safe."

[whitest_witch]

"If you are so very sure," the witch asks with a cruel chuckle, "then why are you looking for her?"

[friend_of_lucy]

"I.i watched her go."

He can't let this get to him or else Lucy will be in worse trouble. His plan isn't working as well as he'd like, but he has to be strong, Lucy thinks he's good.

[whitest_witch]

"But you did not see her come back."

The wich sighs.

"I thought we trusted each other, you and I."

[friend_of_lucy]

"S.she wasn't cruel, she's just a child."

There's almost a bleat to his voice, he knows his fate but she can't have Lucy, she just can't.

[whitest_witch]

"Children," says the witch, softly, dangerously, "have a habit of growing up."

She tilts her head to one side.

"Did you really think that I would not know that you had disobeyed me, little faun?"

[friend_of_lucy]

He looks down, he knew this was coming just didn't know when,

"N.no, I knew I couldn't h.hide."

[whitest_witch]

"Silly little thing," she says, almost kindly, and reaches out a hand to pat him on the top of his curly head, right between his horns.

She is wondering what to do with him. She could torture him, make an example of him. . . but that's not really necessary, and it's an expenditure of time and effort.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus shrinks from her hand, but stands firm.

[whitest_witch]

The witch shrugs and turns away, and with a negligent wave of her hand he is no longer a faun, but a stone statue of a faun, the frost already beginning to gather on his carven beard and hair.