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(Shouting and screeching)

(Shouting continues, distant)

(Distant drumming)

(Lucy sobs)

Horrible muzzle.

Can't we take it off?

Do you think we should untie him as well?

Mean things!

They just tied them so tight out of sheer spite!

�We'll never get them undone. �We must!

Keep trying.

It's no use! (Sobs)

(Faint squeaking)

(Susan) Eurgh!

They're mice!

Horrid little mice crawling all over him!

Go away, you little beasts!

(Lucy) Wait.

Do you see what they're doing?

(Susan) Why, they're nibbling at the cords.

They must be friendly mice.

Poor little things.

They don't realize that...

that Aslan is dead.

(Sobs)

(Birdsong)

They've gone.

Shouldn't we be getting back to camp if there's going to be trouble?

We can't just leave him lying there.

Oh, my legs are almost giving way. I feel so tired.

Well, we have been up all night.

Cair Paravel.

Do you suppose we'll ever reach it?

(Loud crash)

They're doing something worse to him!

Come on!

What's happened?

They might have left his body alone!

But who has done it? What is it? More magic?

Yes! More magic!

�Aslan! �Oh, Aslan!

You're not dead, Aslan!

You're not a...?

Do I look like it?

Oh, you're real! You're real!

�Aslan! �Aslan!

Ohh... I feel my strength coming back to me.

I feel it is time for a roar! You'd better put your fingers in your ears.

(Roars)

Aslan, could we ask you...?

How did it happen?

We saw you... on the Stone Table.

Tied and... We saw you.

The Witch knows the Deep Magic.

But there is a magic deeper still which she has never known,

for her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time.

In the stillness and the dark before time ever began,

there was a different incantation.

When a willing victim who has committed no treachery offers his life in a traitor's stead,

the Stone Table will crack,

and death itself will be denied.

Oh.

I see.

We cried our heads off

and you knew all along it would be all right.

I knew of the old incantation,

but it has never been put to the test until now.

You took that risk...to save Edmund?

Come. We've a long journey to do, you must ride on me.

(Low growl)

(Girls gasp and giggle)

(Low growl)

(Squawks)

(Crows)

We should have got here sooner and attacked by night.

I would expect today in broad daylight we'll catch him unprepared.

Form the battle lines and keep all silent.

Hm! I've never yet met a ghoul or a hag who could keep silent.

We stay silent or...

(Twig snaps)

�(Giggling) �(Aslan) Ahh!

(Aslan) Ahh!

The Witch's castle. Hold tight!

Ahh. Ahh...

(Girls gasp)

All well?

Yes.

(Lucy) What a weird place.

It's like a museum.

�What's Aslan doing? �I don't know.

Ahh.

(Both laugh)

Ahh.

Ahh.

(Chatter and laughter)

Ahh.

Look at that!

Is it safe?

Oh, yes. Once the feet are put right, the rest of him will follow.

That wasn't exactly what I meant.

Ahh...

Bless me! I must have fallen asleep.

Now, where's that dratted little witch that was running about on the ground?

She had a magic wand and she turned you stone!

Eh? What's that?

Turn you to stone she did, and I've just restored you.

Well, drat me!

(Laughs)

(Lucy) It's him!

Aslan! Aslan! I've found him!

It's my friend, Mr. Tumnus, the faun!

Ahh.

Lucy! Daughter of Eve.

You came back!

�But where...? �She's gone!

Aslan has saved you.

(Mr. Tumnus) Aslan?

I just wish I knew where those girls were.

With Aslan.

Wherever he is.

Well, I wish they were all here. Especially Aslan.

(Shrieking and calling)

(Yelling)

Friends! Friends...

Our day's work is not yet over.

If the Witch is to be defeated, we must leave for the battle at once.

�(Cheering) �But how are we going to get out?

The gates are locked.

Hey! You, up there.

What's your name?

I am Giant Rumblebuffin, if it please your honor.

Well, then, Giant Rumblebuffin,

let us out!

Certainly, your honor! It will be a pleasure.

(Cheering)

(Laughing)

(Yelling)

(Screaming)

(Screeches)

(Roars)

(Screams)

(Screeching)

(Screeching and screaming)

(Screaming)

(Yelling)

(Ghouls groaning)

(Growling)

(Screaming)

(Cackling)

Oh!

Peter, stand back.

(Growling)

(Shouting and screeching)

(Growling)

(Gasps)

(Cheering)

(Screeching)

(Chuckling)

Edmund.

Quick, Lucy.

What can I do?

Don't you remember what Father Christmas gave you?

�Mm... �(Lucy) Edmund.

Edmund!

There are many others wounded.

Yes, I know!

Wait a minute!

Daughter of Eve...

Daughter of Eve, others are also at the point of death.

Must more people die for Edmund?

Ahh.

(Snorts)

(Whinnies)

(Lucy) Look.

Why, he's become his old self again.

�Does he know what Aslan did for him? �Shh.

But does he know what the arrangement with the Witch really was?

�Of course not. �But oughtn't he be told?

No, Lucy. It would be awful for him.

Think how you'd feel if it were you.

�Well done, Ed. �Good lad!

But where's the White Witch?

She will trouble us no more.

(Low chatter)

�Shh�shh�shh�shh. �(Aslan) Friends of the great battle,

we shall sleep here tonight

and tomorrow to Cair Paravel, where the prophecy will be fulfilled.

(Cheering)

(Chatter and laughter)

Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen.

Bear it well,

sons of Adam.

Bear it well,

daughters of Eve.

(Cheering and applause)

Long live King Peter!

Long live Queen Susan!

Long live King Edmund!

Long live Queen Lucy!

(Low growl)

Look!

�(Peter) Come on. �(All laughing)

(Mrs. Beaver) When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne

The evil time will be over and done

�(Mr. Beaver) There now. �Thank you.

Aslan?

You mustn't worry. He'll be coming and going.

He needs to be free.

And he has other countries to attend to.

But will we manage without him?

Oh, he'll often drop in, but you mustn't press him.

He's not a tame lion, you know.

He's wild.

And he always will be.

And so the seasons pass, and the years pass,

and all Narnia grows in gratitude to its young rulers.

They ha v e made good laws and kept the peace

and sa v ed good trees from being cut down.

They are all Io v ed.

The stalwart warrior, King Peter the Magnificent.

Queen Susan the Gentle.

King Edmund the Just.

And my first little friend, Queen Lucy the Valiant.

Here is a great marvel. I seem to see a tree of iron.

Madam, if you will look closely upon it, you will see it is no tree

but a pillar of iron with a lantern set thereon.

(Edmund) By the lion's mane, a strange device.

(Lucy) I've just remembered, that thing's a lamppost!

(Faint voices)

Listen!

It's the McCready.

(Mrs. McCready) We'll go and get some tea downstairs.

You realize...no time has gone by at all...

since we climbed into that wardrobe!

Which is why we felt we had to explain, sir,

how the four fur coats from the old wardrobe are missing.

�And the galoshes. �It was very cold there.

And we didn't know if we'd ever get back.

And it was the most sensible thing to do.

We'll go back and look for them if...

Oh, come now! Nobody wants you to go back searching for a few moth�eaten old coats.

You... You do believe us, sir?

Naturally.

But you won't get back to Narnia again, by that route, anyway.

Not by the wardrobe.

No, no.

You mean...we may go back?

Well, of course you'll get back to Narnia someday.

Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia.

By the way, I shouldn't mention this to anyone else.

Unless you find that they've been there too.

But how will we know?

Oh, you'll know.

You don't think you're the only ones to have had such an adventure, do you?

Oh, bless me. What do they teach them at these schools?