The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Page #5

Narnia's not going

to run out of toast, Ed.

I'm sure they'll pack something up

for the journey back.

We're going home?

You are.

I promised Mum I'd keep you three safe.

But it doesn't mean

I can't stay behind and help.

But they need us.

All four of us.

Lucy, it's too dangerous.

You almost drowned!

Edmund was almost killed!

Which is why we have to stay.

I've seen what the White Witch can do.

And I've helped her do it.

And we can't leave these

people behind to suffer for it.

I suppose that's it then.

Where are you going?

To get in some practice.

Come on, Ed! Sword point up,

like Oreius showed us.

- En garde!

- Now block.

- Hey!

- Peter! Edmund!

Whoa, horsie!

- My name is Philip.

- Oh.

Sorry.

The Witch has demanded

a meeting with Aslan.

She's on her way here.

Jadis, the Queen of Narnia!

Empress of the Lone Islands!

You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan.

His offense was not against you.

Have you forgotten the laws

upon which Narnia was built?

Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch.

I was there when it was written.

Then you'll remember well

that every traitor belongs to me.

His blood is my property.

Try and take him then.

Do you really think that mere force

will deny me my right...

...little King?

Aslan knows that unless I have blood,

as the law demands,

all of Narnia will be overturned

and perish in fire and water.

That boy will die

on the Stone Table...

...as is tradition.

You dare not refuse me.

Enough.

I shall talk with you alone.

She has renounced her claim

on the Son of Adam's blood.

How do I know your promise will be kept?

- Susan!

- Mm?

Shouldn't you both be in bed?

We couldn't sleep.

Please, Aslan.

Couldn't we come with you?

I would be glad of the company

for a while.

Thank you.

It is time.

From here, I must go on alone.

But Aslan...

You have to trust me.

For this must be done.

Thank you, Susan.

Thank you, Lucy.

And farewell.

Behold. The great lion.

Do you want some milk?

Why doesn't he fight back?

Bind him!

Wait!

Let him first be shaved.

Bring him to me.

You know, Aslan,

I'm a little disappointed in you.

Did you honestly think by all this

that you could save the human traitor?

You are giving me your life

and saving no one.

So much for love.

Tonight...

...the Deep Magic will be appeased!

But tomorrow,

we will take Narnia

forever!

In that knowledge,

despair...

...and die!

The Great Cat...

...is dead!

General.

Prepare your troops for battle.

However short it may be.

It's too late.

He's gone.

He must have known what he was doing.

Get away! Get away, all of you!

No. Look.

We have to tell the others.

- We can't just leave him!

- Lucy, there's no time.

They need to know.

The trees.

Be still, my Princes.

I bring grave news from your sisters.

She's right.

He's gone.

Then you'll have to lead us.

Peter, there's an army out there

and it's ready to follow you.

- I can't.

- Aslan believed you could.

And so do I.

The Witch's army is nearing, sire.

What are your orders?

They come, Your Highness, in numbers

and weapons far greater than our own.

Numbers do not win a battle.

No. But I bet they help.

I have no interest in prisoners.

Kill them all.

Look to the sky!

Are you with me?

To the death.

For Narnia and for Aslan!

Go!

Go! For Aslan!

We should go.

I'm so cold.

Susan!

Where's Aslan?

What have they done?

Aslan!

But we saw the knife. The Witch.

If the Witch knew

the true meaning of sacrifice,

she might have interpreted

the Deep Magic differently.

That when a willing victim

who has committed no treachery

is killed in a traitor's stead,

the Stone Table will crack

and even death itself

will turn backwards.

We sent the news that you were dead.

Peter and Edmund will have gone to war.

We have to help them.

We will, dear one, but not alone.

Climb on my back.

We have far to go

and little time to get there.

And you may want to cover your ears.

Fire!

Yes!

Fall back! Draw them to the rocks!

That's the signal. Come on!

Where are we going?

Hang on!

Fall back!

Stop!

Susan, this is...

Mr. Tumnus!

Come, we must hurry

and search the castle.

Peter will need everyone we can find.

Edmund! There's too many!

Get out of here!

Get the girls and get them home!

You heard him! Let's go!

Peter said get out of here!

Peter's not king yet.

Impossible!

It is finished.

- Peter!

- Peter!

Where's Edmund?

Edmund!

When are you gonna learn

to do as you're told?

To the glistening Eastern Sea,

I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant.

To the great Western Wood,

King Edmund the Just.

To the radiant Southern Sun,

Queen Susan, the Gentle.

And to the clear Northern Sky,

I give you King Peter,

the Magnificent.

Once a King or Queen of Narnia,

always a King or Queen.

May your wisdom grace us

until the stars rain down

from the heavens.

Long live King Peter!

Long live King Edmund!

Long live Queen Susan!

Long live Queen Lucy!

Don't worry.

We'll see him again.

- When?

- In time.

One day he'll be here

and the next he won't.

But you mustn't press him.

After all, he's not a tame lion.

No.

But he is good.

Here.

You need it more than I do.

Are you all right, Philip?

I'm not as young as I once was.

Come on, Ed.

- Just catching my breath.

- That's all we'll catch at this rate.

- What did he say, Susan?

- "Wait in the castle.

I'll get the stag myself."

What's this?

It seems familiar.

As if from a dream.

Or a dream of a dream.

Spare Oom.

- Lucy!

- Not again.

- Lu?

- Come on!

These aren't branches.

- They're coats.

- Susan, you're on my foot!

Peter, move off!

- Stop shoving.

- Stop it!

I'm not on your toe!

There you are.

What were you all

doing in the wardrobe?

You wouldn't believe us

if we told you, sir.

Try me.

I don't think

you'll get back in that way.

You see... I've already tried.

Will we ever go back?

Oh, I expect so.

But it'll probably happen

when you're not looking for it.

All the same...

best to keep your eyes open.

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