The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Page #3

- It's lovely.

- It's merely a trifle.

Still plenty to do.

Ain't quite finished it yet.

It'll look the business

when it is, though.

Beaver, is that you?

I've been worried sick!

If I find you've been

out with Badger again, I...

Oh!

Well, those aren't badgers.

Oh, I never thought

I'd live to see this day.

Look at my fur. You couldn't

give me ten minutes warning?

I'd have given a week

if I thought it would've helped.

Oh, come inside,

and we'll see if we

can't get you some food,

and some civilized company.

Now, careful. Watch your step.

Excuse the mess.

Can't get Mr. Beaver

to get out of his chair.

Enjoyin' the scenery, are we?

Isn't there anything

we can do to help Tumnus?

They'll have taken him to the Witch's.

You know what they say.

There's few that go through

them gates that come out again.

Fish 'n' chips?

But there is hope, dear.

Lots of hope.

Oh, yeah,

there's a right bit more than hope!

Aslan is on the move.

Who's Aslan?

Who's Aslan?

You cheeky little blighter.

What?

- You don't know, do you?

- We haven't exactly been here long.

Well, he's only the king

of the whole wood.

The top geezer.

The real King of Narnia.

- He's been away for a long while.

- But he's just got back!

And he's waitin' for you

near the Stone Table!

- He's waiting for us?

- You're bloomin' joking!

They don't even know about the prophecy!

- Well, then...

- Look.

Aslan's return,

Tumnus' arrest, the secret police,

it's all happening because of you!

- You're blaming us?

- No! Not blaming.

- Thanking you.

- There's a prophecy.

"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

the evil time will be over and done."

- That doesn't really rhyme.

- I know it don't.

You're kinda missin' the point!

It has long been foretold

that two Sons of Adam

and two Daughters of Eve

will defeat the White Witch

and restore peace to Narnia.

And you think we're the ones?

You'd better be, 'cause Aslan's

already fitted out your army.

- Our army?

- Mum sent us away

so we wouldn't get

caught up in a war.

I think you've made a mistake.

- We're not heroes.

- We're from Finchley.

Thank you for your hospitality.

- But we really have to go.

- No, you can't just leave!

He's right.

We have to help Mr. Tumnus.

It's out of our hands.

I'm sorry,

but it's time the four of us

were getting home. Ed?

Ed?

- I'm gonna kill him.

- You may not have to.

Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?

Hurry!

- Edmund!

- Shh! They'll hear you!

No!

- Get off!

- You're playing into her hands.

- We can't just let him go!

- He's our brother!

He's the bait!

The Witch wants all four of you!

- Why?

- To stop the prophecy from coming true.

To kill you!

- This is all your fault.

- My fault?

None of this would have happened

if you had listened to me!

- You knew this would happen.

- I didn't know what would happen.

Which is why we should

have left while we could!

Stop it!

- This isn't going to help Edmund.

- She's right.

Only Aslan can help your brother now.

Then take us to him.

Be still, stranger,

or you'll never move again.

- Who are you?

- I'm Edmund!

I met the Queen in the woods!

She told me to come back here!

I'm a Son of Adam!

Hmm. My apologies,

fortunate favorite of the queen.

Or else, not so fortunate.

Right this way.

Wait here.

Like it?

Uh... Yes, Your Majesty.

I thought you might.

Tell me, Edmund...

Are your sisters deaf?

No.

And your brother, is he...

...unintelligent?

Well, I think so.

But Mum says...

Then how dare you come alone?!

- I tried!

- Edmund, I asked so little of you.

- They just don't listen to me!

- You couldn't even do that.

I did bring them halfway.

They're at the little house at the dam

with the Beavers.

Well.

I suppose you're not

a total loss then, are you?

Well, I was wondering,

could I maybe have some more

Turkish delight now?

Our guest is hungry.

This way for your num-nums.

Maugrim?

You know what to do.

Hurry, Mother! They're after us!

- Oh, right then.

- What's she doing?

Oh, you'll be thanking me later.

It's a long journey and Beaver

gets pretty cranky when he's hungry.

I'm cranky now!

Take them.

- Do you think we'll need jam?

- Only if the Witch serves toast.

Hurry.

Badger and me dug this.

Comes out right near his place.

You told me

it led to your mum's!

Lucy!

They're in the tunnel.

- Quick! This way.

- Hurry!

- Run!

- Quick! Quick! Quick!

You should have brought a map!

There wasn't room next to the jam.

Come on, Lucy!

I'm so sorry, dear.

He was my best mate.

What happened here?

This is what becomes

of those who cross the Witch.

You take one more step, traitor,

and I'll chew you to splinters!

Relax. I'm one of the good guys.

Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot

like one of the bad ones.

An unfortunate family resemblance.

But we can argue breeding later.

Right now we've got to move.

What did you have in mind?

Greetings, gents.

- Lost something, have we?

- Don't patronize me!

I know where your allegiance lies.

We're looking for some humans.

Humans? Here in Narnia?

That's a valuable bit of information,

don't you think?

Your reward is your life.

It's not much,

but still.

Where are the fugitives?

North. They ran north.

Smell them out.

They were helping Tumnus.

The Witch got here before I did.

Are you all right?

Well, I wish I could say their bark

was worse than their bite. Ow!

Stop squirming!

You're worse than Beaver on bath day.

Worst day of the year.

Thank you for your kindness,

but that's all the cure I have time for.

You're leaving?

It has been a pleasure, My Queen,

and an honor, but time is short

and Aslan himself has asked me

to gather more troops.

- You've seen Aslan?

- What's he like?

Like everything we've ever heard.

You'll be glad to have him by your side

in the battle against the Witch.

But we're not planning

on fighting any witch.

But surely, King Peter, the prophecy!

We can't go to war without you.

We just want our brother back.

If...

If you're not going to eat that...

I'd get up, but...

...but my legs.

Mr. Tumnus.

What's left of him.

- You're Lucy Pevensie's brother.

- I'm Edmund.

Yes. Yes, you have the same nose.

Is your sister all right?

Is she safe?

I don't know.

My police tore that dam apart.

Your little family

are nowhere to be found.

- Where did they go?

- I don't know!

Then you're of no further use to me.

Wait! The beaver

said something about Aslan!

Aslan?

Where?

- I...

- He's a stranger here, Your Majesty.

He can't be expected

to know anything.

I said... where is Aslan?

I... I don't know.

I left before they said anything.

I wanted to see you!

Guard!

Your Majesty.

Release the faun.

Do you know why you're here, faun?

Because I believe in a free Narnia.

You're here...

...because he turned you in.

For sweeties.

Take him upstairs.

And ready my sleigh.

Edmund misses his family.

Now, Aslan's camp

is near the Stone Table

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