Jadis trembled on the ice-cold floor of the Wizard's castle as the panther prowled around her. On the dias above sat the White Wizard himself: cold and distant, one finger tapping the arm of his throne as he examined the daughter of Eve.
"They call me Edmund the Judge," he said at last, "because I can read the guilt in my subjects' hearts, as I can read it in yours: you have failed my task by returning to me without your siblings. I do not suffer failure lightly."
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Aslan fell to his knees before the tent, the sword feeling large and awkward in his hands; the crowd hushed, and the scent of spring wafted through the air. From the billowing fabrics of the tent stepped a stern Wolf, a clever Rat, and a golden Lioness.
"Sons of Adam, Daughter of Eve," the Lioness said, "We welcome you to our camp and our cause--but where is the fourth?"
"That's why we're here," Aslan admitted miserably, "Please, can you help us, Pevensies?"
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"They call me Edmund the Judge," he said at last, "because I can read the guilt in my subjects' hearts, as I can read it in yours: you have failed my task by returning to me without your siblings. I do not suffer failure lightly."
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Aslan fell to his knees before the tent, the sword feeling large and awkward in his hands; the crowd hushed, and the scent of spring wafted through the air. From the billowing fabrics of the tent stepped a stern Wolf, a clever Rat, and a golden Lioness.
"Sons of Adam, Daughter of Eve," the Lioness said, "We welcome you to our camp and our cause--but where is the fourth?"
"That's why we're here," Aslan admitted miserably, "Please, can you help us, Pevensies?"