The Just is going through this room precisely because it was unsorted: it holds the kind of things that Edmund imagines an old house should, things that he would expect to find in a house belonging to their grandmother. Old appliances, pieces of furniture lying about waiting to be reclaimed, trinkets and baubles, moldering lace. Nothing that Edmund would want to keep, except maybe a lamp that's relatively handsome and looks like with some tinkering might look nice on his bedstand, which he is holding now and examining closely.
The question of why the second youngest ruler of Narnia (in a way, at least) is going through an old room of junk instead of being above and looking for Peter is a far less simple question to answer. The truth, he supposes, is that he's tired. He's tired of looking and finding nothing, of questioning people and discovering nothing, of examining places and finding nothing. He doesn't want to imagine that his older brother is dead - once, maybe, but he was younger and far more stupid back then - but now he's trying to avoid coming face to face with that possibility.
So this is his distraction.
Sadly the lamp does not survive the drop when the crackling interrupts Edmund's look. He swears mildly and looks around, quickly saying, "Who's there? Shadow?" It might be the cat, the cat follows Edmund around everywhere, probably conscious of the fact that Edmund doesn't like too many cats...of the non-leonine variety, anyway. His eyes peer out into the dimness.
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Because now we say goodnight from our own separate sides;
Date: 2010-08-12 04:10 pm (UTC)The question of why the second youngest ruler of Narnia (in a way, at least) is going through an old room of junk instead of being above and looking for Peter is a far less simple question to answer. The truth, he supposes, is that he's tired. He's tired of looking and finding nothing, of questioning people and discovering nothing, of examining places and finding nothing. He doesn't want to imagine that his older brother is dead - once, maybe, but he was younger and far more stupid back then - but now he's trying to avoid coming face to face with that possibility.
So this is his distraction.
Sadly the lamp does not survive the drop when the crackling interrupts Edmund's look. He swears mildly and looks around, quickly saying, "Who's there? Shadow?" It might be the cat, the cat follows Edmund around everywhere, probably conscious of the fact that Edmund doesn't like too many cats...of the non-leonine variety, anyway. His eyes peer out into the dimness.