Lucy rides on, still pursued by a Telmarine on horseback. Out of nowhere, Aslan jumps out and roars. Destrier rears and Lucy falls face up. She looks up at the lion. Aslan jumps over her head, knocking the soldier off his horse. Lucy runs to the top of the hill, and he is there, with the soldier running away in the background. The lion looks at her.

"Aslan!"

She runs towards him and knocks him to the ground in a warm hug.

"I knew it was you. The whole time, I knew it. But the others wouldn't believe me."

"And why would that stop you from coming to me?"

"I'm sorry. I was too scared to come alone. Why haven't you shown yourself? I thought you'd come roaring in to save us like last time."

"Things never happen the same way twice."

"If I had come earlier, everyone who died, could I have stopped that?"

"We can never know what would have happened, Lucy. But what will happen is another matter entirely."

"You'll help?"

"Of course, as will you."

"Oh, well I wish I was braver."

"If you were any braver, you'd be a lioness. Now, I think your friends have slept long enough, don't you?"

Aslan lets out a roar, loud enough for the whole wood to hear.

The battle continues. A few Telmarines gang up on Caspian, and he falls into the pit. Glozelle walks over with a pike and lifts it. He sees that it is Caspian, and hesitates. Then, a tree root grabs him and pulls him away. Peter helps Caspian out of the pit, and they see that the trees have come. Telmarines continue launching rocks, and one of them knocks over a tree. Another tree sticks a root into the ground. It comes up further down, taking out a trebuchet.

"For Aslan!"

"For Aslan!"

"For Athair!"

The Narnians charge with all of their might. Kayla unsheathes her sword, and Telmarines freeze up at the sight of it, making them the perfect target. As she is taking out Telmarines with her sword, she throws balls of flame at the ground, giving her troops the smoke signal they need.

"We can defeat them if we draw them to the river!"

"To Beruna!"

The Telmarines retreat. As they head to the river, the Ettinsmoor and Terebinthian troops begin attacking them along the way, reducing their numbers. The Telmarines reach the bridge and start crossing. Halfway down, Sopespian brings the army to a screeching halt. Lucy stands on the other side, apparently alone. She draws her dagger and smiles. Then, Aslan joins Lucy. Sopespian stares more. He looks ahead, and then back, and then to Aslan and Lucy again.

"Charge!"

The Telmarines charge towards Aslan. The lion roars and the Telmarines stop. The water beneath the bridge starts behaving strangely. The water rises up into the form of a river god and lifts up the bridge and soldiers fall off. Sopespian stands alone on the bridge in the river god's hands. He swings his sword wildly as the water comes crashing down on him. The Telmarines climb out of the water, handing their swords to the Narnians. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Caspian kneel before the lion.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia."

Peter, Susan, and Edmund rise.

"All of you."

"I do not think I am ready."

"It's for that very reason I know that you are."

They hear music. Several mice walk up, carrying Reepicheep on a little stretcher. Lucy gives Reepicheep a drop from her cordial. He breathes and sits up.

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Reepicheep sees Aslan looking down on him and the rest of the mice.

"Oh, hail Aslan! It is a great honor to be-."

Reepicheep tries to bow but stumbles forward. He looks behind and realizes that his tail is missing.

"I am completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion. Perhaps a drop more?"

He looks up at Lucy's cordial, thinking another drop will do the job.

"I don't think it does that."

"You can have a go."

"It becomes you well, Small One."

"All the same, great king, I regret that I must withdraw. For a tail is the honor and glory of a mouse."

"Perhaps you think too much of your honor, friend."

"Well, it's not just the honor. It's also great for balance, and climbing things, and grabbing things."

Aslan smiles. The other mice draw their swords and hold them to their tails.

"May it please your high Majesty, we will not bear the shame of wearing an honor denied to our chief."

"Not for your honor, but for the love of your people."

Reepicheep's tail grows back, to the surprise of the other mice first.

"Oh, look! Thank you, thank you, my liege! I will treasure it always! From this day forward, it will serve as a great reminder of my huge humility."

"Now, where is this dear little friend you've told me so much about?"

Trumpkin is guiding the Telmarine soldiers to put down their weapons and they will stay alive. He looks over nervously at the others. He slowly walks over and bows before the lion and sticks the tip of his blade in the ground. Aslan roars and Trumpkin shudders.

"Do you see him now?"

Ivar and Kayla walk up to the group, and Kayla runs up to her father and hugs him.

"Athair!"

"Caoilfhionn."

Aslan looks up and sees the Terebinthian and Ettinsmoor troops that were promised to Miraz.

"You did your countries a great service."

"We're only from two countries, Athair. I did have to threaten my people a bit."

"The Ettinsmoorans actually listened to me, with a tad bit of hesitation, but no threats."

"Well, what next?"

"Caspian?"

Caspian looks to Peter and Edmund for advice, but they only give him a look that says you are the king now.

"Let's start by healing the wounded and collecting the dead. Narnian and Telmarine alike."

"A wise decision."

All the healers and physicians were called for the wounded, even Lucy with her cordial, which seemed to never run out. The dead were collected and buried in mass graves.

Lady Prunaprisma had willingly renounced her title as queen, knowing that Caspian and the Narnians would be merciful to her and her son, Dídac.