Edmund
When he was brought into Aslan's camp and taken before the great lion, Edmund was so bone weary and ashamed that he could not stand. He fell to his knees before the glory he faced and was for a moment more afraid of Him than even the Witch. But then Aslan had let out a slow breath, enveloping him is a strong and comforting smell, and Edmund found that he was no longer afraid. He was still ashamed, though, and the Lion sighed.
"Oh Son of Adam, what am I to do with you?"
"I don't know," Edmund replied quietly, now afraid not of retribution, but of the disappointment radiating from the being before him; it was worse than when he picked a fight with Peter, and Father sat him down to talk. That thought startled him, for that was exactly how the great Lion looked at him.
"Yes Edmund. I look at you as my child, for I love you as though you were so."
"I don't deserve it. I've done horrible things, Aslan."
"I know what you have done, my Son. Will you repent of your sins?"
"How, Aslan? How can I make up for betraying my family? For betraying you?"
"You cannot," the Lion replied, and Edmunds' face showed agony. "But I did not say you should make up for it. I asked if you would repent. Will you learn from your mistakes and never repeat them? Will you ask forgiveness of those you have hurt?"
"Oh! Oh yes, yes Aslan. I promise I will never betray my siblings' trust again—or yours. And I really am sorrier than anyone could know. Will you forgive me?"
"I do know, my son, and I forgive you; all is well between us. Now get to your feet, and we will talk."
After talking with Aslan, and then his siblings, Edmund was taken to some much needed rest. When it was decided that they would all stay to help the Narnians, Peter took him to see the centaur Orieus, who had carried Edmund to Aslan's camp. Edmund bowed his head, shame filling him again, as Peter asked if Orieus could help him find a sword and shield for his brother. The centaur gave Edmund an appraising look, and handed them each wooden swords, telling them to try a few passes with the practice weapons first, to see how Edmund would adapt to a sword. Peter was more controlled than Edmund remembered from their childhood duals with sticks, but Edmund was still faster. After a few minutes, the centaur called a halt, and he appeared pleased. Orieus then led them to a swordsmith and helped Edmund find a sword of the right size and weight; the shield came from the supply tent. As Edmund practiced with his brother, he began to realize that Peter did not hate him. How this was so, he was not sure, but it was clear. Peter and the girls were glad to have him with them. And his own relief to be among his siblings again was so profound that he felt tears begin to well up in gratitude every time his mind wandered to his family.
After the battle, Edmund was knighted by Aslan, who cited his cunning in depriving the Witch of her wand and his valor in refusing to leave his brother on the battlefield. Aslan called him according to the Noble Order of the Table, and it was as he heard the cheering of his family and comrades-in-arms that Edmund realized that he could, just possibly, live up to the pride in him that was on Aslan's face.