§ Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth? § If the witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently, for when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, dies in a traitor’s stead, the stone table will crack and even death itself will turn backwards. Lucy Pevensie
§ Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you! Peter Pevensie
§ [to Mr. Beaver] I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes! Susan Pevensie
§ Peter, just because some man in a red coat gives you a sword it doesn't make you a hero! Edmund Pevensie
§ [mocking Lucy] Find any new countries in the cupboard lately? Mr. Tumnus
§ Always winter, never Christmas. Dialogue
Lucy: [holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you. [Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously] Lucy: Oh, you shake it. Mr. Tumnus: Why? Lucy: I don't know. People do that when they meet each other.
Edmund: Why can't we play hide-and-seek again? Peter: I thought you said it was a kids game. Susan: Besides, we could all use the fresh air. Edmund: It's not like there isn't air inside....
Mr. Beaver: "When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done". Susan: You know, that doesn't really rhyme. Mr. Beaver: Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!
Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you? Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.
Aslan: "To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the valiant. To the great Western wood I give you King Edmund The Just. To the radiant Southern sun, I give you Queen Susan, the gentle, and to the great 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 till the stars rain down from the heavens."
Aslan: That is Cair Paravel, Castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, as High King. [Peter looks down] You doubt the prophecy? Peter: No, that's just it. Aslan, I'm not who you think I am. Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat. [chuckles] Peter, there is a deep magic more powerful than any of us. It defines right from wrong. It over sees all our destinies. Yours, and mine. Peter: But I couldn't reach out over my own family. Aslan: You brought them safely this far. Peter: Not all of them. Aslan: Peter, I will do what I can to save your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you. I too want my family safe.
§ Welcome Peter, son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?
§ If the witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the Deep Magic differently, for when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, dies in a traitor’s stead, the stone table will crack and even death itself will turn backwards.
Lucy Pevensie
§ Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe just like I told you!
Peter Pevensie
§ [to Mr. Beaver] I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!
Susan Pevensie
§ Peter, just because some man in a red coat gives you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!
Edmund Pevensie
§ [mocking Lucy] Find any new countries in the cupboard lately?
Mr. Tumnus
§ Always winter, never Christmas.
Dialogue
Lucy: [holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you.
[Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously]
Lucy: Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy: I don't know. People do that when they meet each other.
Edmund: Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?
Peter: I thought you said it was a kids game.
Susan: Besides, we could all use the fresh air.
Edmund: It's not like there isn't air inside....
Mr. Beaver: "When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done".
Susan: You know, that doesn't really rhyme.
Mr. Beaver: Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!
Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?
Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.
Aslan: "To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the valiant. To the great Western wood I give you King Edmund The Just. To the radiant Southern sun, I give you Queen Susan, the gentle, and to the great 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 till the stars rain down from the heavens."
Aslan: That is Cair Paravel, Castle of the four thrones. In one of which you will sit, as High King. [Peter looks down] You doubt the prophecy?
Peter: No, that's just it. Aslan, I'm not who you think I am.
Aslan: Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat. [chuckles] Peter, there is a deep magic more powerful than any of us. It defines right from wrong. It over sees all our destinies. Yours, and mine.
Peter: But I couldn't reach out over my own family.
Aslan: You brought them safely this far.
Peter: Not all of them.
Aslan: Peter, I will do what I can to save your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you. I too want my family safe.
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