The tears silently streamed down Marjorie’s face. Her face was placid, but her eyes were filled with the most unbearable sadness known to anyone. She had lost hope, when she lost Lucy.
Lucy, who had never been anything but faithful and loving to her.
Now, she was dead. She had died, only with her two brothers, in a railway accident only a week before. It was the most tragic thing Marjorie had ever experienced. Lucy had taken all Marjorie’s hopes and joys with her.
Wherever she is now. Marjorie thought.
At the end of the funeral for the three Pevensies, Susan Pevensie, Lucy’s older sister...