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Just then, the one thing Edmund really missed was his dog. It wasn't really right to call Honour a dog, as he was in truth a direwolf and half wild at times. But he kept to Edmund's side much like a faithful, well-trained dog would, and the other half of him seemed quite tame at times. And what Edmund wanted him for just then was tracking, and though hunting dogs are quite good at tracking, they will never be as good as some wild thing who gets his meals not from his master but from a scent and must live by his nose as much as by his teeth and claws.
Edmund wasn't hunting so much as searching, searching for a certain Great Lion that knew his heart and his mind even when Edmund did not. But it wasn't an easy search, as this wasn't the sort of Lion that let himself be found when he didn't wish to be. There had been murmurings around Cair Paravel; mostly gossip, but some tales of a flash of golden fur seen or the echo of a rumbling laugh heard that warmed the listener right down to his toes. Those had sounded true enough to be real, and inspired Edmund to go out again that morning. He'd taken a dumb horse this time, as he didn't want anyone to know what he was about, for he'd known even then, a handful of hours ago, that looking for Aslan when he might not want to be found was a very foolish endeavor indeed. He rested by a stream whose name had changed since Edmund last ruled, the horse drinking its fill as the young king scolded himself for his silliness.
Edmund wasn't hunting so much as searching, searching for a certain Great Lion that knew his heart and his mind even when Edmund did not. But it wasn't an easy search, as this wasn't the sort of Lion that let himself be found when he didn't wish to be. There had been murmurings around Cair Paravel; mostly gossip, but some tales of a flash of golden fur seen or the echo of a rumbling laugh heard that warmed the listener right down to his toes. Those had sounded true enough to be real, and inspired Edmund to go out again that morning. He'd taken a dumb horse this time, as he didn't want anyone to know what he was about, for he'd known even then, a handful of hours ago, that looking for Aslan when he might not want to be found was a very foolish endeavor indeed. He rested by a stream whose name had changed since Edmund last ruled, the horse drinking its fill as the young king scolded himself for his silliness.