Wait.
This isn't what I wanted.
One drop of Adam's blood and you free me.
Then I am yours, my king.
No!
Stop!
Come on! Come.
Get away from him!
Peter, dear.
I've missed you.
Come.
Just one drop.
You know you can't do this alone.
I know. You had it sorted.
Why did you never tell me about my father?
My mother was a Black Dwarf from the Northern Mountains.
I risked my life all these years
so that one day...
...you might be a better king than those before you.
Then I have failed you.
Everything I told you, everything I didn't,
it was only because I believe in you.
You have a chance to become the most noble contradiction in history.
The Telmarine who saved Narnia.
You're lucky, you know.
What do you mean?
To have seen him.
I wish he'd just given me some sort of proof.
Maybe we're the ones who need to prove ourselves to him.
Pete. You'd better come quickly.
Cakes and kettledrums. That's your next big plan?
Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest? Alone!
- It's our only chance. - And she won't be alone.
Haven't enough of us died already?
Nikabrik was my friend too. But he lost hope.
Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I.
For Aslan.
For Aslan!
- Then I'm going with you. - No. We need you here.
We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back.
If I may...
Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer...
...but as king, he is subject to the traditions...
...and expectations of his people.
There is one in particular that may buy us some time.
Perhaps they intend to surrender.
No.
They are much too noble for that.
"I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest,
High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands,
in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood,
do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle.
The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender."
- Tell me, Prince Edmund... - King.
- Pardon me? - It's King Edmund, actually.
Just "King," though. Peter's the high king.
I know, it's confusing.
Why would we risk such a proposal
when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?
Haven't you already underestimated our numbers?
I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct.
And so you will be again.
Well, then you should have little to fear.
This is not a question of bravery.
So you're bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?
I didn't say I refused.
You shall have our support, Your Majesty.
Whatever your decision.
Sire, our military advantage alone provides the perfect excuse to avoid
- what might otherwise be... - I'm not avoiding anything!
I was merely pointing out
that my lord is well within his rights to refuse.
His Majesty would never refuse.
He relishes the chance to show the people
the courage of their new king.
You.
You should hope your brother's sword is sharper than his pen.
Destrier has always served me well. You are in good hands.
Or hooves.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
Look.
Maybe it is time you had this back.
Why don't you hold on to it. You might need to call me again.
- You might need to call me again? - Oh, shut up.
If it should appear to be going poorly...
Understood, Your Majesty.
I hope you won't be too disappointed when I survive.
There is still time to surrender.
Well, feel free.
How many more must die for the throne?
Just one.
- Ride! - They've seen us!
- Take the reins. - What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Lucy. But it looks as if you'll be going alone after all.
Are you sure you don't need that horn?
Does His Highness need a respite?
Five minutes?
Three!
Lucy?
She got through... with a little help.
- Thanks. - Well, you were busy.
I assume you won't let things get that close again!
You better get up there. Just in case.
I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word.
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Be careful.
Keep smiling.
How does he look to you?
Young.
But His Majesty's doing extremely well... for his age.
I think it's dislocated.
What do you think happens back home if you die here?
You know you've always been there, and I never really...
Save it for later.
Respite!
Respite.
Now's not the time for chivalry, Peter!
Show no mercy!
Look out!
What's the matter, boy?
Too cowardly to take a life?
It's not mine to take.
Perhaps I was wrong.
Maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all.
Not one like you.
Keep your life.
But I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom.
My king.
I'll deal with you when this is over.
It is over.
Treachery! They shot him!
They murdered our king!
Be ready!
Peter!
Go!
To arms, Telmar!
To arms!
Loose!
Cavalry!
Attack!
Archers to the ready!
Narnians!
Charge!
One, two...
Three, four...
Five, six...
Take your aim!
Stay with them!
Eight, nine...
Get ready!
Now!
Stop! Back! Back!
Hold it now! Hold it!
Now!
Charge!
You're a mouse.
You people have no imagination.
Loose! Loose!
Lucy?
Back to the How!
Cut off their escape!
Loose!
Brace yourselves!
Back to the How!
Crush them all.
Aslan!
I knew it was you. The whole time, I knew it.
But the others didn't believe me.
And why would that stop you from coming to me?
I'm sorry. I was too scared to come alone.
Why wouldn't you show yourself?
Why couldn't you come roaring in and save us like last time?
Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.
If I'd have come earlier, would everyone who died... could I have stopped that?
We can never know what would have happened, Lucy.
But what will happen is another matter entirely.
- You mean you'll help? - Of course.
- As will you. - Oh, I wish I was braver.
If you were any braver, you'd be a lioness.
Now, I think your friends have slept long enough, don't you?
Come on!
Lucy.
For Aslan!
We can defeat them if we draw them to the river.
We must regroup. To Beruna!
To the bridge!
Charge!
What is happening?
- The river! - Retreat!
Back! Back!
Come on.
Assemble on that bank!
You will not be harmed!
Surrender your weapons!
Take off the armor!
Rise, kings and queens of Narnia.
All of you.
I do not think I am ready.
It's for that very reason I know you are.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
Thank you.
Hail, Aslan! It is a great honor to be in...
I'm completely out of countenance.
I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion.
Perhaps a drop more?
- I don't think it does that. - You could have a go.
It becomes you well, small one.
All the same, great king,
I regret that I must withdraw, for a tail is the honor and glory of a mouse.
Perhaps you think too much of your honor, friend.
Well, it's not just the honor. It's also great for balance.
And climbing. And grabbing things.
May it please Your High Majesty, we will not bear the shame
of wearing an honor denied to our chief.
Not for the sake of your dignity,
but for the love of your people.
Look! Thank you, my liege. I will treasure it always.
From this day forward it will serve as a great reminder of my huge humility.
Now, where is this dear little friend you've told me so much about?
Do you see him now?
Because you have snuck in...
I'm sorry, but their future in that world shall be good.
Your Majesty?
We are ready. Everyone has assembled.
Narnia belongs to the Narnians, just as it does to man.
Any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to.
But for any of you who wish,
Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers.
It's been generations since we left Telmar.
We're not referring to Telmar.
Your ancestors were seafaring brigands.
Pirates run aground on an island.
There they found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world.
The same world as our kings and queens.
It is to that island I can return you.
It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start.
I will go.
I will accept the offer.
So will we.
Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good.
- Where did they go? - They killed them.
How do we know he is not leading us to our death?
Sire. If my example can be of any service,
I will take 11 mice through with no delay.
- We'll go. - We will?
Come on. Our time's up.
After all...
...we're not really needed here anymore.
I will look after it until you return.
I'm afraid that's just it.
We're not coming back.
We're not?
You two are.
At least, I think he means you two.
But why?
- Did they do something wrong? - Quite the opposite, dear one.
But all things have their time.
Your brother and sister have learned what they can from this world.
Now it's time for them to live in their own.
It's all right, Lu.
It's not how I thought it would be...
...but it's all right.
One day you'll see, too. Come on.
I'm glad I came back.
I wish we had more time together.
It would never have worked, anyway.
Why not?
I am 1,300 years older than you.
I'm sure when I'm older I'll understand.
I'm older and don't think I want to understand.
Aren't you coming, Phyllis?
You don't think there's any way we can get back?
I've left my new torch in Narnia.