The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Page #4

- just across the frozen river.

- River?

The river's been frozen solid

for a hundred years.

- It's so far.

- It's the world, dear.

Did you expect it to be small?

Smaller.

When you're ready, Son of Adam.

Come on, humans!

While we're still young.

If he tells us to hurry one more time,

I'm gonna turn him

into a big, fluffy hat.

Hurry up! Come on!

- He is getting a little bossy.

- Behind you! It's her!

- Run! Run!

- Run!

Hurry!

Inside!

Dive! Dive!

Quick! Quick, quick, quick!

Maybe she's gone.

- I suppose I'll go look.

- No!

You're worth nothing to Narnia dead.

Well, neither are you, Beaver.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Come out! Come out!

I hope you've all been good

'cause there's someone here to see you!

Merry Christmas, sir.

It certainly is, Lucy,

since you have arrived.

Look, I've put up with a lot

since I got here, but this...

- We thought you were the Witch.

- Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that,

but in my defense, I have been driving

one of these longer than the Witch.

I thought there was

no Christmas in Narnia.

No. For a long time.

But the hope that you have brought,

Your Majesties,

is finally starting

to weaken the Witch's power.

Still, I dare say

you could do with these.

Presents!

The juice of the fire-flower.

One drop will cure any injury.

And though I hope

you never have to use it...

Thank you, sir,

but I think I could be brave enough.

I'm sure you could.

But battles are ugly affairs.

Susan.

Trust in this bow

and it will not easily miss.

What happened

to "battles are ugly affairs"?

Though you don't seem to have

a problem making yourself heard,

blow on this

and wherever you are,

help will come.

Thanks.

Peter.

The time to use these

may be near at hand.

Thank you, sir.

These are tools, not toys.

Bear them well and wisely.

Now, I must be off.

Winter is almost over,

and things do pile up

when you've been gone a hundred years.

Long live Aslan!

And Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!

Told you he was real.

He said winter was almost over.

You know what that means.

No more ice.

- We need to cross, now!

- Don't beavers make dams?

- I'm not that fast, dear.

- Come on!

Wait! Will you think

about this for a minute?

- We don't have a minute.

- I'm just trying to be realistic.

No, you're trying to be smart.

As usual.

Wait. Maybe I should go first.

Maybe you should.

You've been sneaking

second helpings, haven't you?

Well, you never know

which meal's gonna be your last.

Especially with your cooking.

If Mum knew what we were doing...

Mum's not here.

Oh, no!

Run!

Hurry!

- No!

- Peter!

Put that down, boy.

- Someone could get hurt.

- Don't worry about me!

Run him through!

Leave now while you can,

and your brother leaves with you.

Stop, Peter!

Maybe we should listen to him!

Smart girl.

Don't listen to him!

Kill him! Kill him now!

Oh, come on. This isn't your war.

All my Queen wants is for you

to take your family and go.

Look, just because some man

in a red coat hands you a sword,

it doesn't make you a hero!

Just drop it!

No, Peter!

Narnia needs you!

Gut him while you still have a chance!

What's it gonna be, Son of Adam?

I won't wait forever.

And neither will the river.

Peter!

Hold onto me!

Lovely.

What have you done?

Lucy!

Lucy!

Has anyone seen my coat?

Don't you worry, dear.

Your brother's got you

well looked after.

And I don't think you'll be

needing those coats anymore.

It's so warm out.

I'll go and check the sleigh.

Your Majesty.

We found the traitor.

He was rallying your enemies

near the Shuddering Woods.

Ah. Nice of you to drop in.

You were so helpful

to my wolves last night.

Perhaps you can help me now.

- Forgive me, Your Majesty.

- Oh, don't waste time with flattery.

Not to seem rude,

but I wasn't actually talking to you.

Where are the humans headed?

Wait! No! Don't. The beaver said

something about the Stone Table,

and that Aslan had an army there.

An army?

Thank you, Edmund.

I'm glad this creature

got to see some honesty...

...before he dies.

- No!

Think about whose side you're on,

Edmund.

Mine...

...or theirs.

Go on ahead.

Gather the faithful.

If it's a war Aslan wants...

...it's a war he shall get.

Why are they all staring at us?

Maybe they think you look funny.

Oi, stop your fussing.

You look lovely.

We have come to see Aslan.

Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam.

Welcome, Susan and Lucy,

Daughters of Eve.

And welcome to you, Beavers.

You have my thanks.

But where is the fourth?

That's why we're here, sir.

We need your help.

We had a little trouble along the way.

Our brother's been captured

by the White Witch.

Captured? How could this happen?

He betrayed them, Your Majesty.

- Then he has betrayed us all!

- Peace, Oreius.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

It's my fault, really.

I was too hard on him.

We all were.

Sir, he's our brother.

I know, dear one.

But that only makes

the betrayal all the worse.

This may be harder than you think.

That is Cair Paravel,

the castle of the four thrones.

In one of which you will sit, Peter,

as High King.

You doubt the prophecy?

No. That's just it.

Aslan, I'm not what you all think I am.

Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley.

Beaver also mentioned that you

planned on turning him into a hat.

Peter, there is a Deep Magic,

more powerful than any of us,

that rules over all of Narnia.

It defines right from wrong,

and governs all our destinies.

Yours... and mine.

But I couldn't even

protect my own family.

You've brought them safely this far.

Not all of them.

Peter, I will do what I can

to help your brother,

but I need you to consider

what I ask of you.

I, too, want my family safe.

Is our little prince uncomfortable?

Does he want his pillow fluffed?

Special treatment for the special boy!

Isn't that what you wanted?

You look like Mum.

Mum hasn't had a dress like this

since before the war.

We should bring her one back.

A whole trunk full!

If we ever get back.

I'm sorry I'm like that.

We used to have fun together, didn't we?

Yes. Before you got boring.

Oh, really?

Please don't try to run.

- We're tired.

- And we prefer to kill you quickly.

Susan!

Get back!

Peter! Ah!

Come on.

We've already been through this before.

We both know you haven't got it in you.

Peter! Watch out!

No! Stay your weapons.

This is Peter's battle.

You may think you're a king,

but you're going to die...

...like a dog!

- Look out!

Peter!

After him.

He'll lead you to Edmund.

Peter.

Clean your sword.

Rise, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane,

Knight of Narnia.

The minotaurs will take the left flanks.

We'll keep the giants in reserve

and send the dwarfs in first.

The prisoner!

You're not

going to kill me?

Not yet.

We have work to do.

Edmund!

What's done is done.

There is no need to speak to Edmund

about what is past.

Hello.

- Are you all right?

- I'm a little tired.

Get some sleep.

And Edmund...

...try not to wander off.

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