The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Page #5

I gave to Mr. Tum...

Tumnus. He got it to me

just before they took him.

Is he all right?

Further in.

- What are you doing?

- She's right.

How do we know we can trust him?

He said he knows the faun.

He's a beaver.

He shouldn't be saying anything!

Everything all right?

Yes. We were just talking.

That's better left

for safer quarters.

He means the trees.

Come on. We don't want to be

caught out here after nightfall.

Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl

has got the kettle on.

Nice cup o' Rosy Lee.

- It's lovely.

- It's merely a trifle.

Still plenty to do.

Ain't quite finished it yet.

It'll look the business

when it is, though.

Beaver, is that you?

I've been worried sick!

If I find you've been

out with Badger again, I...

Oh!

Well, those aren't badgers.

Oh, I never thought

I'd live to see this day.

Look at my fur. You couldn't

give me ten minutes warning?

I'd have given a week

if I thought it would've helped.

Oh, come inside,

and we'll see if we

can't get you some food,

and some civilized company.

Now, careful. Watch your step.

Excuse the mess.

Can't get Mr. Beaver

to get out of his chair.

Enjoyin' the scenery, are we?

Isn't there anything

we can do to help Tumnus?

They'll have taken him to the Witch's.

You know what they say.

There's few that go through

them gates that come out again.

Fish 'n' chips?

But there is hope, dear.

Lots of hope.

Oh, yeah,

there's a right bit more than hope!

Aslan is on the move.

Who's Aslan?

Who's Aslan?

You cheeky little blighter.

What?

- You don't know, do you?

- We haven't exactly been here long.

Well, he's only the king

of the whole wood.

The top geezer.

The real King of Narnia.

- He's been away for a long while.

- But he's just got back!

And he's waitin' for you

near the Stone Table!

- He's waiting for us?

- You're bloomin' joking!

They don't even know about the prophecy!

- Well, then...

- Look.

Aslan's return,

Tumnus' arrest, the secret police,

it's all happening because of you!

- You're blaming us?

- No! Not blaming.

- Thanking you.

- There's a prophecy.

"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

the evil time will be over and done."

- That doesn't really rhyme.

- I know it don't.

You're kinda missin' the point!

It has long been foretold

that two Sons of Adam

and two Daughters of Eve

will defeat the White Witch

and restore peace to Narnia.

And you think we're the ones?

You'd better be, 'cause Aslan's

already fitted out your army.

- Our army?

- Mum sent us away

so we wouldn't get

caught up in a war.

I think you've made a mistake.

- We're not heroes.

- We're from Finchley.

Thank you for your hospitality.

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