"Why are they all staring at us?"
"Maybe they think you look funny."
"Oh, stop your fussing, Mrs. Beaver. You look lovely."
The five of them then kneel before Aslan, in complete and utter awe.
"We have come, Aslan."
"Welcome, Sons of Adam, Peter and Ivar. And Daughters of Eve, Kayla, Susan, and Lucy. But where is the third Son of Adam?"
"Aslan. He, he has tried to betray them. He has joined the White Witch."
This knowledge made Aslan growl.
"That was partly my fault, Aslan. I was angry with him. And I'm sure it helped him to go wrong."
"Please, Aslan. Can anything be done, to save Edmund?"
"All shall be done. But it may be more difficult than any of you can imagine. Meanwhile, let the feast be prepared."
Four nymphs handed bouquets of flowers to the girls and Mrs. Beaver. They took the girls to change into more Narnian clothes.
"Sons of Adam. Come with me, and I will show you the castle of which you are both to rule from."
"But I thought only the Pevensie children would be crowned. No offence, Peter."
"None taken."
"You will have a place here as well, Ivar. There are no humans left in the Wild Lands of the North, so you have no people to rule over. But you represent what once was. There it is. Cair Paravel of the Four Thrones in one of which you must sit as High King, Peter. I show it to you because you are the first born and will be high king over all the rest. Ivar, since you and Caoilfhionn both have no thrones as of yet, you will be given Narnian titles."
"You called her by her first name."
"She is my daughter."
"What are we to you, Aslan?"
"You Peter, and your siblings, are my grandchildren. You may call me Aslan, or Seanathair, which means grandfather in the language of Terebinthia. Or just simply grandfather."
"What am I Aslan?"
"You, Ivar, are actually ninety-seven years younger than Peter. At least in this world you are."
"So, it was your plan that we would end up in our world at the same time, and that we would all meet."
"Yes, it is. Ivar, just because you have no blood connection to the others, and have no family left, it does not mean that you are any less important. If you were not important, you would not be here now. You have a purpose, do not worry."
"And you have family with us, Ivar. Don't worry. You have a place here, a better place than me."
"Do you doubt the prophecy, Peter?"
"No, it's just, I'm not who you think I am."
"Of course, you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here now. You are Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley, but you are also Albanach, oldest son of Princess Alainnabh of Narnia and Prince Eadbhárd of Terebinthia. There is a Deep Magic that rules over Narnia. It defines right from wrong and helps us to fulfill our destinies. Both yours and mine."
"We just don't think we will be able to."
"You both were able to get everyone here."
"Not all of them."
"I will do what I can for Edmund. I too want my family safe."
"Ivar!"
"My goodness, Caoilfhionn."
"What is it, Athair?"
"You look so much like your Mamaí right now. Only, you took after my blonde mane."
"I just came to see if Ivar would like to do some sparring practice. This is not my first time handling a sword."
"Will you be using your sword during the sparring?"
"Hell no. I ain't dumb enough to use it in practice. I don't wanna catch you on fire."
"Fine, we'll do some sparring."
"Great. Peter, are you interested?"
"No, I've seen you handle a sword before. You'll stab me with the first blow."
"You know me so well. Well, Ivar. Let's get to it."
As they were walking to the armoury, Ivar kept staring at Kayla like she was a different person.
"I see you changed into clothes more fitting for all of this."
She was wearing a chiffon lace dress with long sleeves and black chiffon side covers that left the middle of her dress showing. The dress had an open hole on her back. Her hair was in a braid wrapped around her head.
"You and Peter both should change clothes."
"I guess you're right Can you wait a few minutes?"
"I can wait."
Ivar headed off to change clothes. He got to his and Peter's tent and found Peter already there.
"Did Kayla convince you to change?"
"Yes, she did."
"Aslan had to convince me. Listen, Ivar. Like Aslan was saying, you have a place with us. You and Kayla both. Even if we weren't in this world right now. you would still have a place. You are my best friend, and I have saw you as the brother that I actually wanted."
"You think of me as your brother?"
"Yes, and I'm sure that Susan, Edmund, and Lucy think so, too."
That comment almost brought Ivar to tears. They just gave each other a brotherly hug.
"I've always viewed you all as my family, I just thought that if I said anything, you call me crazy or something like that."
"Though with Kayla, we always saw her as another sister, but between you two, I don't know what is going on."
"I don't know either."
"Well, I guess now I will do some sparring with you two. We could use the practice."
They headed to the training field where Kayla already was.
"It sure took you long enough, Ivar. I thought you said you weren't gonna do any sparring, Peter?"
"I changed my mind."
"Good. What are you doing, Ivar?"
"Getting a sword."
"No, stick with your axe. You need to get used to it. But will you hand me another sword please?"
"You want to handle two swords at once?"
"Nothing wrong with that. I'm going up against two opponents at once. Let the sparring begin."
Peter gave the first blow, but Kayla blocked it. Ivar was next. He raised his axe, but Kayla was quick enough to raise both swords and block him as well.
"Quicker than I thought you would be, Kayla."
"What is that supposed to mean, Ivar?"
"I agree with him. You're pretty quick. But will you be quick on the actual battlefield?"
"I have to be."
Everyone had gathered to watch them practice, with Susan and Lucy making side comments to the boys.
"She's got you by the hair of your head, Peter!"
The comment distracted Peter, and Kayla was able to knock Rhindon from his hands. Peter picked up his sword and went to sit with Susan and Lucy.
"You think she can beat him?"
"At this point, it's hard to tell which of them has the upper hand."
Kayla had Ivar cornered with both swords around his neck. He had no choice but to drop his axe. But once he did, he just kept staring into Kayla's eyes, she kept looking into his. Everyone saw it.
"Are you seeing this, girls?"
"What?"
"The way those two are looking at each other!"
Peter walked over to Ivar and Kayla to break up the awkward situation.
"Well, now we know who is most likely to have the upper hand on the battlefield."
"That isn't always the case, Peter."
"Did you see what just happened between her and I?"
"It was hard to miss it."
"I didn't think she could look at me like that."
Meanwhile, Lucy and Susan had went down to the riverbank to enjoy some peace and quiet.
"Mother hasn't had a dress like this since before the war."
"Maybe we should bring her one back. A whole trunk full! And some for Mrs. Andersen and Mrs. Bedwell!"
"If we ever get back. Sorry. I guess I'm like that. I am the logical one. Remember when we used to have fun?"
"Yes. Before you got boring."
"Oh, really?"
Susan reached her hand into the water and splashes Lucy. Lucy splashes her back. The kept splashing each other until they thought they were wet enough. Susan went to grab a towel but hidden behind the towel was Maugrim.
"Please don't run! We're very tired, and we prefer to kill you quickly!"
Susan sees her horn hanging on a tree branch and throws the towel in the wolf's face so she can get to it. She blows it, alerting everyone in the camp.
"Susan!"
Peter ran to see what the trouble was, with Ivar and Kayla following suit. Susan and Lucy are up in a tree keeping away from the wolves. Aslan pins one of the wolves to the ground and tells everyone to stay back.
"Stay back! Let the Prince win this first! This is Peter's battle!"
Kayla had her sword drawn just in case, as did Ivar have his axe ready.
"Come on! We both know you haven't got it in you!"
"Peter! Watch out!"
"You may think you're a king, but you're going to die, like a dog!"
"Peter!"
The wolf lunged at Peter and pushed him to the ground. They both laid there not moving. The girls jumped down from the tree with Ivar and Kayla in tail. Ivar pushed the wolf off of Peter, noticing it was dead.
"Did I just kill a wolf?!"
"Yes, and there's not a mark on you."
They hugged Peter, and Aslan released his grip on the other wolf.
"After him! He'll lead you to Edmund!"
Oreius the Centaur obeyed and followed suit after the wolf.
"Peter. You almost forgot to clean your sword.
He sticks Rhindon in the grass to wipe the blood off of the tip. As he knelt down, Aslan put his paw on his shoulder.
"Rise up, Sir Peter Wolfsbane, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion. Knight of Narnia. And whatever happens, never forget to wipe your sword clean."