The Pevensies and Aslan find Ivar sitting under a cliff, with Ivar crying and pieces of rocks all around him. The Pevensies could see that the rocks were pieces of a lioness. Aslan knew who the lioness was.

"Ivar. What happened? Where is Kayla?"

"All around me! You see the pieces of stone surrounding me?! That is Kayla!"

"What happened?"

"The witch was about to turn me into stone. Kayla turned into a lioness and pounced on her, knowing what she would do. She knew what would happen! She is gone from us forever! It's time you all knew how I felt about her. I was in love with her. And now she is gone from me forever!"

"No, Son of Adam, she isn't."

"What did you say, Aslan?"

"Caoilfhionn is not dead."

Aslan looked in the direction to the east, and the others did as well. Kayla calm walking down the hill, looking battle-torn, but still alive.

"KAYLA!"

"Ivar, are you still covered in saliva?"

"Yes."

"I'll hug you when you're cleaned up."

The comment just made Ivar laugh. He did not care if she would not hug him, he was just glad that she was alive. Aslan went through the battle to breathe everyone that was turned to stone back to life. Lucy was giving her cordial to those who needed it.

Just like he had done with Peter, Aslan decided it was time to knight both Edmund and Ivar. Off in the distance, Susan and Lucy could see that Edmund was healing quickly, as if nothing had happened.

"Why, he's becoming his old self again."

"Rise, Sir Edmund. Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Table."

"Does he know what Aslan did for him? Does he know what the arrangement between the witch really was?"

"Of course not."

"But wouldn't he be told?"

"No, Lucy. It'd be awful for him. Think how you would feel if it was you."

Sometimes, Susan being the logical one paid off.

"Nice to have to back, Edmund."

"But where is the witch?"

"She will trouble us no more."

Later on, Aslan gathered everyone together so he could tell them what will happen next.

"Friends of the great battle! We shall sleep here tonight, and tomorrow, to Cair Paravel, where the prophecy will be fulfilled."

Everyone turned to leave to go to their tents, but Aslan wanted Kayla and Ivar to stay with him.

"Caoilfhionn. Íomhar."

"Yes, Athair?"

"You both will be in the coronation ceremony."

"But I can't be crowned Queen of Terebinthia yet, can I?"

"No."

"And there no humans left in Ettinsmoor and the Wild Lands of the North. And the giants certainly won't answer to me."

"You are right, but that does not mean you cannot be given Narnian titles."

"What titles will we be given?"

"I will discuss with the other four their take on it. They will give you titles, and I have some ideas of my own."

"Sounds fine to me, Athair."

"What is your take on it, Ivar?"

"I agree with Kayla."

"It is settled then."

Aslan headed off to find the Pevensies for their take on giving Kayla and Ivar titles.

"Well, Ivar. We don't have thrones of our own yet, but we're apart of something."

"What titles do you think they'll com up with for us?"

"Who can say?"

Aslan found the Pevensies sitting under the tree enjoying the afternoon air.

"Children. I have a proposition for you."

"What is it, Aslan?"

"Íomhar and Caoilfhionn will be given Narnian titles, while waiting to reclaim their thrones."

"Ivar's throne can't be reclaimed though, can it?"

"No."

"So, what will happen to Ivar when Kayla takes back Terebinthia?"

"I cannot say for certain. That matter will have to wait. I will be giving them titles of my own, but you all must decide on what else to give them."

"Let's make them nobles!"

"Of what?"

"Let's look at a map of Narnia and pick which lands suit them the best. Look here. Dancing lawn. That fits Kayla perfectly. She loves to dance, and she is the best dancer among us, so we'll make her Baroness of Dancing Lawn, and, Guardian of the Dancing Trees!"

"What about Ivar?"

"Hmm. The Marshlands. That puts him in the north, close to his homeland."

"But what about the creatures there?"

"The Marsh-Wiggles will gladly accept Ivar as their noble. That I can assure you."

"Very well then. We'll make Ivar Baron of the Marshlands, and Guardian of the Marsh-Wiggles."

"I think they will both accept those titles."

"What will your titles for them be, Aslan?"

"You will all find out tomorrow."

Peter, Edmund, and Ivar had decided to go fishing in the Great River and came back with a fine catch of trout.

"Are there any potatoes in the camp?"

"I think so. And maybe we can convince Mrs. Beaver to make her glorious, sticky, marmalade roll."

"Maybe we can. And don't forget the bread!"

"Mrs. Beaver! Mrs. Beaver!"

"Yes, Ivar dearie?"

"Are you able to make your wonderful marmalade roll here in the camp?"

"I think I can manage that."

"Good. Because us boys just caught a mess of fish!"

"I'll go tell Mr. Beaver. He'll help you clean them."

"Thank you. Edmund! Peter! Mrs. Beaver said she can make it, and she's getting Mr. Beaver to help us clean the fish."

"Good!"

"And we last had this meal how many days ago?"

"Three days I think."

"Kayla! Lucy! Susan!"

"What is it now?"

"You three want some fish and potatoes?"

"Ivar, I will eat anything at this point. I haven't ate since I woke up this morning cause one my eyes saw food, my stomach almost hurled again."

"And how about now?"

"I threw up because my emotions were colliding last night. I'll throw up again if I don't eat something."

"Well, I think Mrs. Beaver is making her marmalade roll to go with our fish. Would you girls be willing to rustle up some potatoes and bread t go with the fish we caught?"

"Of course we will. We don't have any other choice."

The fish turned out the way Mr. Beaver had broiled them the first time, the potatoes tasted the same as before, the bread was almost just as sweet and savoury as before. But Mrs. Beaver's glorious sticky marmalade roll had not lost its glorious stickiness.

"Oh, I suppose that this will be our last meal like this."

"Eating a meal in this fashion, yes. But never eating that particular meal again, I think I can guarantee that we will be eating trout, potatoes, bread, and marmalade rolls in the future."

"Especially marmalade rolls."

"That one is for certain."

"What do you suppose ruling a country will be like?"

"Well, we won't be like the monarchs from our world. Well, I take that back. I can think of maybe four monarchs from our world who we could possibly reign like. Even though I won't be a queen of Narnia, I will be queen of Terebinthia, so it still counts for me. And hopefully one day, we can re-establish humans in Ettinsmoor and the Wild Lands of the North."

"What four monarchs are those?"

"Boudicca, Eleanor of Aquitaine, Elizabeth I, and Victoria. Sorry boys, all women."

"Name at least one great king from our world."

"Jesus."

"Point taken, but I don't think I could be a king like Jesus. My reign won't last forever."

"Well, I cannot and will not compare you boys to King David and King Solomon. David had eight wives, and Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines. I've never even seen you boys dance with a girl who wasn't your sister or your mother."

"Pretty sure I have danced with you before, Kayla."

"You have, but I don't count cause you've known me as long as Susan and Lucy, Ivar."

Ivar rolled his eyes at Kayla's comment, and his eyes landed up at the night sky.

"How is it that the sun, clouds, and stars are not the same ones in our world?"

"No one can measure the depths of his understanding, Ivar. I don't even attempt to understand God's creations, I just revel in them."

The six of them decided to turn in as early as their bodies would let them. they had a long but glorious day ahead of them.