We're doing well!
—A ham. —(Mr. Beaver) Quick, lad.
Tea.
Sugar.
—Matches. —Mrs. Beaver, we're wasting so much time.
—That's what I say! —Now, now!
Ohh...!
We can't set out on a journey with nothing to eat, can we?
(Mr. Beaver and Peter chatting)
Oh! I think two or three loaves out of the crock over there in the corner.
—Your Majesty... —(Angrily) What?!
You said if I came back into Narnia and brought my brother and sisters with me,
I could have some more Turkish delight.
Silence, fool!
Yet it will not do to have the little brat fainting on the way.
Bring the human creature food and drink!
Turkish delight for the little prince?
I don't want dry bread!
I'm sorry.
You may be glad of it before you eat again.
Maugrim!
Where is my Chief of Police?
Maugrim!
Take with you the swiftest of your wolves and go at once to the house of the Beavers.
There, kill everything and everyone you find.
If they are already gone, make all speed to the stone table.
But do not be seen. Wait for me there in hiding.
—You must come fast, Majesty. —Yes, yes!
I have to travel many miles to the west to find the place where we can safely cross the river.
If you overtake those humans before they reach the stone table,
you know what to do.
Ha!
(Mrs. Beaver) I can't.... Oh, dear!
Er... (Sighs)
Oh, dearie me!
—Mrs. Beaver! —Ooh, dear.
We really must be on our way!
We've still time before she arrives.
Don't we want as big a start as possible
if we're to reach Aslan and the stone table before her?
Oh, we can't get there before her, whatever we do.
(Chuckles) Bless you.
She'll be on a sledge and we'll be walking.
You mean...we've no hope?
(Sobbing)
(Mrs. Beaver) Oh, shh. Now, don't you fuss.
Just get me a clean handkerchief from the pile over there.
Of course we've a hope.
We can't get there before her
but we can keep under cover and go via ways she won't expect,
and perhaps we'll get through.
Perhaps?!
True enough, Mrs. Beaver,
but it is time we were out of this.
Majesty. The sledge is ready.
—No bells? —No bells.
We'll creep up on them silently.
Come, you!
Ah. Not too heavy?
Ah, now. There.
Oh. That's fine.
Oh.
Right.
I suppose the sewing machine's too heavy to take?
Yes, it is!
You don't really think you'll be able to use it on the run, now, do you?
Well, I can't abide the thought of that witch fiddling with it.
—(Mr. Beaver sighs) —And breaking it.
Or stealing it, likely as not!
—Oh, please, please! —We must hurry.
Yes. Yes.
—All ready. —(Peter) At last!
Oh, let me have one final think, then we'll go, I promise you.
(Mr. Beaver and Susan) Oh!
(Roars)
(Banging on door)
Ha!
(Snarls)
(Sniffs)
(Snarls)
(Roars)
Let's stay along here as much as possible. She can't come this way.
Quite right, Mr. Beaver, quite right.
You couldn't bring a sledge down here.
Come on, come on.
That's right. There.
No tracks.
And the scent is cold.
(Sniffing)
Well?
You still belie v e she's going to make you a king?
All the nice things you said about her. Sound pretty silly now, don't they?
Admit it, you'd gi v e anything to be with the others now.
E v en Peter.
(Lucy) All this snow!
(Mr. Beaver) Oh, but we must be glad of it.
Anyone following us will find no tracks. Mm?
That's right.
Oh...
This is an old hiding place for beavers in bad times.
And it's a great secret.
I know it's not much of a place but we must get a few hours' sleep.
There. If you hadn't all been in such a fuss when we left, I'd have brought some pillows.
Well, it's dry, anyway.
I wish the floor were a bit smoother.
I'll never get to sleep.
Ahh! I've just the thing.
(Gasps)
What have we here?
(Snoring)
(Sledge approaching)
Hm?
It's her.
(Mr. Beaver) It's her!
But he'll be seen!
Oh, I shouldn't think so, dearie.
(Birds twittering)
(Distant shouting)
Oh! He's been seen!
She's caught him!
(Mr. Beaver) It's all right! It's all right! Come out!
(Giggling)
—What is it? —This is a nasty knock for the witch.
I tell you, her power is crumbling.
What do you mean, Mr, Beaver?
Come and see.
Come on, hurry.
Didn't I tell you that she'd made it always winter and never Christmas?
Well...
Who...is...this?
I've come at last.
She's kept me out. She's kept me out a long time,
but I've got in at last!
The witch's magic is weakening.
The great King Aslan is on the move!
(Laughter)
Merry Christmas! Oh, cut the cake, cut the cake!
A toast. A toast.
What...is the meaning of this?!
Speak, vermin,
or do you want my little man to find you a tongue with his whip?!
Ha—ha—ha! (Cracks whip)
What is the meaning of all this... gluttony?
This waste!
This self—indulgence!
Where did you get all these things?!
Please, Your Majesty, we were given them.
Well... And, if I may be so bold as to drink to Your Majesty's very good health...
Silence!
Who gave them to you?!
(Stammering) F—F—F...
Speak!
Please, Father Christmas.
What?!
He has not been here! He cannot have been here!
Say you are lying and you shall, even now, be forgiven.
He has, he has, he has!
(Shrieks)
Please don't!
As...for you!
Let that teach you to ask favors for spies and traitors!
Drive on.
Go!
And now for your presents. Mrs. Beaver...
For you, a new and better sewing machine.
I'll drop it in your house as I pass.
Oh, if you please, sir, it's all locked up.
Locks and bolts make no difference to me.
Oh.
As for you, Mr. Beaver...
When you get home, you will find your dam finished,
the damage from the frost mended, a new sluice gate fitted
and all the leaks stopped.
Oh! (Laughs)
Son of Adam, Peter.
Here, sir.
These are your presents.
And they are tools, not toys.
The time to use them may be near at hand.
Bear them well.
Daughter of Eve, Susan.
These are for you.
You must use the bow only in great need,
for I do not mean you to fight in the battle.
And know of the arrow that it does not easily miss.
And remember, when you put the horn to your lips and blow it,
wherever you are, I think help will come to you.
Now, Eve's daughter, Lucy.
In this bottle is a cordial made from the juice of fire flowers
that grow on the mountains of the sun.
If you are hurt, or if any of your friends is hurt,
a few drops of this cordial will restore you.
The dagger is to defend yourself, but only in time of great need.
For you are also not to fight in the battle.
Why can't I? I'm sure I'd be brave enough.
(Chuckles) No... That is not the point.
After the battle, there will be other work for you to do.
Now, here is something for this very moment for you all.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! And may you meet him soon, Aslan, the true king!
My, Peter, what a wonderful sword! Is it very heavy?
—Not really... —Now then, now then!
Don't stand there till the tea gets cold!
Just like men! Take the tray in and we'll all have breakfast.
What a mercy I thought of bringing the bread knife.
(Laughter)
Go on! Move! Ha!
Go on!
(Birdsong)
What...is that noise?!
The frost is over!
Silence!
Don't sit staring, fool! Get out and help!
(Driver yelling) Move, come on!
It's no good, Your Majesty, we'll never sledge in this thaw.
Then we must walk!
We'll never overtake 'em walking, not with the start they've got.
Are you my counselor or my slave? Do as you're told!
Cut the harness from the horses, they can find their own way home!
But bring your whip.
(Birds twittering)
Faster!
(All talking excitedly)
—It's spring at last! —Real—life flowers!
Now, now. We must be on our way.
Go on.
This is no ordinary thaw. This is spring.
Your winter's been destroyed.
This is Aslan's doing!
The first one to mention that name again
will be instantly killed!
(Birdsong)
(Lucy) Oh!
Are we ever going to get there?
Come on.
Look!
There!
By golly, the sea!
(Shrill bird call)
(Low growl)
Look.
(Low growl)
Aslan!
(Low growl)