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!
Go 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.
- 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.