I neither own nor created Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian the X, Narnia, or her Golden Age. I didn't even come up with the little golden knight chess piece. C. S. Lewis did and I am eternally grateful.

This is a story requested by SophiatheScribe. It is for entertainment purposes only, so please read and be entertained.

Susan set her chess piece down. Then she frowned across the board at her brother. "How do you always do that?"

Edmund grinned back. His dark eyes twinkled. "Do what?"

Susan pouted. "I play by the rules. I read books, even when I should be doing other things. I ask for advice from others who play you. I even took Gumperguffin's advice. He 'does' see some of your tricks coming. Yet, you beat me four times out of five when we play chess, and I 'know' you let me win the fifth."

Edmund's straightened in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. Even his eyes widened in innocence, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "Do I?"

Susan picked up a golden knight and threw it at her brother's head. Edmund lurched to the side. The statuette whizzed past his ear with a good finger-length of space to spare. The Just laughed. The Gentle had better aim than that. His sister had meant to miss. This made the king laugh all the more.

"Why'd you do that, Sue? This was our fourth match tonight. The next game would have gone to you."

Susan rose from her seat with great decorum. With less decorum, she stuck her tongue out at her brother as she strode past. However, that was the last game they played that night, or any other night. Susan peered high and low in the gardens, but could not find the golden centaur. He ought to have glinted in both star and moonlight. Yet, no such glint caught her eye.

The next morning she enlisted many a small Creature in another search. Mice, Weasels, and birds crawled under bushes and flew into small trees in the area. However, all reported back to her hours later empty pawed and empty beaked. Susan praised their efforts anyway and rewarded them with kitchen treats.

She gave her siblings less praise for their efforts to replace her lost knight. The Gentle Queen would enter a room to see a salt-shaker or ink-pot being pushed around the board in his place by one of her brothers or Lucy. They would see her expression at the incongruity of the nick-knack amid the gold and marble figurines. Then they would laugh at it. She'd shake her head and say nothing knowing it was her fault. The set was too good to merely pack away. However, she did refuse to ever play with it again. To the end of her days, even in the other place, she refused to play another game of chess at all.

However, when they returned from England and she wandered her old home's halls again unaware, Susan found the golden knight at last. With its return to her hand, many memories flooded back as well. She recalled her brother as the chess, as well as Just, king. She felt once more the gentle lady. She remembered how her people had been willing to scrounge in the garden for hours just to find what she had thrown away.

She carried the tiny, stiff centaur with her into the treasure chamber. There she left it upon a table. She thought it belonged with their other treasures.

Those who rebuilt Cair Paravel at the behest of Caspian the X found it there. The piece was eventually placed on a pedestal in a hall where articles from the golden age were displayed. Many came to gaze upon what the Gentle had thrown away, and been so glad to find again.

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