The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

Tabos.

Lord Miraz.

You have a son.

The Heavens have blessed us.

You know your orders.

General Glozelle.

Yes, my Lord.

Five more minutes.

You won't be watching the stars

tonight, my prince.

Come, we must hurry!

- Professor, what's going on?

- Your aunt has giveth birth...

...to a son.

Come.

- You must make through the woods.

- The woods?

They won't follow you there.

It has taken me many years to find this.

Don't use it except that is necessary.

- Will I ever see you again?

- I dearly hope so, my prince.

There is so much more than that to tell you.

Everything you know, is about to change.

Close the tower!

Now go!

Hold there!

i A son, a son!, tonight

Mrs., he/she has given a son to Lord Miraz.

Those that prefer to be superstitious

they will spend the night in the prison.

He/she saw us!

Take charge of him.

No!

- Have more care, baby!

- I sit down it.

- To where you go?.

- Wait for me.

- You Study in St. Fimbars?

- It is this way.

I study in the House

Hendon, crossing the street.

I have seen you.

You are always alone.

Yes, it is that... me,

I prefer them to leave me alone.

Me also.

As you call yourself?

- Phillis.

- Susan!

You have to come quick!

Take their newspaper, you finish them news!

Find out of you finish them news!

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Edmund!

High!

Enough boys!

Already separate! Already coarse, already coarse!

- Of anything.

- He/she had it low control.

- And this time that was?

- I push myself.

- And did you hit it?

- No.

After pushing me, he/she wanted that me

it excused, it was when I hit it.

- You don't find difficult to go away.

- And why should I make it?

They don't get tired that those

do try as if they were children?

- We are children!

- I was not always it.

Already step an anus.

How much is it supposed that we should wait?

I believe that it is already time of accepting our

life here, is useless to fake something different.

No!

- Fake that they speak with me.

- We are speaking with you.

- Be quiet!

- It is that something chops myself!

- He/she hears, already coarse.

- But I didn't play you.

Do hear, why not you...?

What does it happen?

- It is as magic.

- The hands, hold you.

- Not I will make that!

- Make it!

Not you will be able to reach me, Ed!

Take care that there go!

There I go!

We made it!

Ed?... Ed!

- What does it happen?

- Where it is supposed that we are?

- And your where you believe?

- Not I remember ruins in Narnia.

Who did live here?

I believe that us.

Hear, that is mine!

Of my chess game.

What chess game?

Not I have a chess game

of gold been accustomed to in Finchley or yes?

Not it can be.

It imagines walls.

And columns somewhere around.

And a glass roof.

Cair Paravel!

Await! My gentleman await!

- Not it is what believes.

- Then what it is?

Nobody is sure.

Impossible!

I noticed to the Council that if it deposited

their trust in Mr. Miraz...

- there would be consequences.

- No, not!

Nobody will accuse the one

Protective without a test.

How much more us

will we hide after that excuse?

Until each seat of

is this camera empty?

Gentlemen of the Council, my

excuses to arrive late.

Nobody told me that there would be session.

Not there is doubt that something

it maintains it busy.

My Mr., since Caspian died IX,

we have seen that he/she behaves

as if it was the king.

And now, it seems that for those walls, the one

Prince Caspian disappeared.

I offer him/her my

condolences, Mister Miraz.

Imagine, to lose their nephew,

the legitimate heir to the throne,

the same night in that their wife

he/she gives him/her a son in blessing.

Thank You, Mister Sopespian. Their compassion

he/she is appreciated in these difficult moments.

I trust in that will tell us the reason

that it happened this tragedy.

He/she is the more agitator news.

Our very dear one

Caspian... It was kidnapped.

By Narnianos.

He/she is going very far,

Miraz... He/she waits that us

let us remain silent while us

it accuses of the fragrante crime.

We forget, my gentlemen that Narnia

it was a wild earth once.

Ferocious creatures

they marauded freely.

Our ancestros sacrificed their

lives to exterminate these monsters.

Or that believed.

While we lost the time

fighting among us.

They, reproduced as

cockroaches under the rock!

Growing strong, watching over us.

Waiting to attack!

And does he/she wonder why I hate it so much?

So now I try to counterattack.

Although it should destroy the whole forest.

I assure them that I will find

to the prince Caspian and

I will finish that that our

ancestros began.

- Catapults.

- What?

That happened... Cair Paravel was attacked.

Do I suppose that you don't bring matches or yes?

No, but...

Will this serve?

And why not him

did you mention a little bit before?

Not I can believe it, everything continues here.

Were we so high?

Good, then mature eras.

Contrary to hundred of

years later. When you are girl.

- What does it happen?

- My horn, I should leave it in the mount.

The day that we return.

Brutal winter he/she has fallen.

With their potent roar.

To shake their mane.

The spring it arrives.

All our friends...

Sr. Tumnus and the beavers.

They died.

I believe that it is moment of

to discover what it happens.

- Not he/she stops me to look.

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