Part 11: Aslan's Camp
91 EXT. ASLAN'S CAMP, PRACTICE GROUND - DAY
A HORSE'S HOOF. Crane up to reveal...A CENTAUR, standing guard.
Suddenly, A TWIG SNAPS.
The centaur spins. It stares in shock at...
THE PEVENSIES AND BEAVERS standing at the camp's edge. Slowly, the little party steps forward.
The CENTAUR SOUNDS A HORN.
A92 EXT. ASLAN'S CAMP - DAY
As the Pevensies pass a grove of trees, the leaves and petals flutter to form A PAIR OF DRYADS (tree spirits). LUCY SMILES AT THEM AS THEY BOW.
The humans and Beavers enter the bustling camp, creatures stop their work. A hush settles, and then...A FLURRY OF WHISPERS.
Why are they all staring at us?
Maybe they think you look funny.
Mrs. Beaver worriedly smoothes her fur.
Stop your fussing, you look lovely.
THE CROWD PARTS BEFORE THE PEVENSIES, then gathers behind, following them. They move towards:
A REGAL TENT. THE FLAP HANGS CLOSED. AN ARMORED CENTAUR STANDS GUARD.
The whole camp goes SILENT.
Peter frowns. Uncertainly, he lifts his sword in salute.
The centaur stares at him, unmoving.
We...have come to see...Aslan.
The centaur says nothing.
Suddenly behind them all of the creatures kneel, leaving the three Pevensies standing alone.
Peter blinks. Suddenly LUCY GASPS.
Just below the tent flap steps...an ENORMOUS PAW.
The flap parts, and there in the shining sunlight stands a FEARSOME, BEAUTIFUL, GOLDEN...
LION. He gazes at them. His mane shimmers.
Lucy stares for a moment...then KNEELS. The Beavers drop to all fours, bowing their heads.
Peter and Susan awkwardly go down on one knee.
Aslan addresses the CHILDREN in a BOOMING VOICE.
Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve.
Beaver gives a small, embarrassed cough.
ASLAN (contīd) (amused)
And welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks.
Aslan glances around.
But where is the fourth?
Peter looks up humbly.
That's why we're here, sir. We need your help.
Aslan takes in each child: their dirty faces, their tattered and soiled clothes.
We had a little trouble along the way.
Out brother's been captured by the White Witch.
Captured? How could this happen?
MR. BEAVER (coughs, speaks up)
He betrayed them, your Majesty.
The CENTAUR, OREIUS, steps forward.
Then he has betrayed us all.
Peace Oreius! I'm sure there's an explanation.
Aslan silences Oreius with a look. He turns to the children.
PETER SWALLOWS AND STANDS.
It's my fault really. I was too hard on him.
Susan looks at Peter, impressed. SHE STEPS UP.
We all were.
Aslan nods, considering. FINALLY, LUCY GETS TO HER FEET.
Sir? He's out brother.
THE LION STARES AT THE LITTLE GIRL. SHE MEETS HIS GAZE.
I know, dear one. But that only makes the betrayal all the worse.
He looks meaningfully at Peter.
This may be harder than you think.
94 EXT. ASLAN'S CAMP, KNOLL - LATE AFTERNOON
Atop the ridge, they look east: GREEN LAND ROLLS TO A GLISTENING SEA. A CASTLE GLITTERS LIKE A WHITE DIAMOND.
That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones, in one of which you will sit, Peter. As High King.
Peter stares at the castle. Aslan studies the boy's face.
You doubt the prophecy?
No, that's just it...
Peter looks away, shaking his head.
Aslan...I'm not who you all think I am.
Peter Pevensie. Formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned you planned on turning him into a hat.
Aslan turns and walks slowly back along the hill.
Peter, there is a deep magic more powerful than any of us that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong and governs all our destinies. Yours and mine.
But I couldn't even protect my own family.
You've brought them safely this far.
Not all of them.
Peter. I will do what I can to help your brother. But I need you to consider what I ask of you.
Aslan points out over HIS BUSTLING CAMP.
I, too, want my family safe.
PETER STARES AT THE CREATURES MILLING UNDER ASLAN'S FLAG.
98 EXT. WHITE WITCH'S CAMP, EDMUND'S TREE - NIGHT
EDMUND SAGS, EXHAUSTED, ROPED TO A TREE.
Is our little Prince uncomfortable? Does he want his pillow fluffed?
Ginarrbrik leans right in to Edmund, black teeth in his face.
Special treatment for the special boy. Isn't that what you wanted?
Kindly provided by Griffle
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