CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
er, and sea? Can you remember?
t evening after tea to get doo t tockings off and feel toes. But next day o trumpets,
Aslan solemnly croo ts of, quot;Long Live King Peter! Long Live Queen Susan! Long Live King Edmund! Long Live Queen Lucy!”
quot;Once a king or queen in Narnia, al well, Sons of Adam!
Bear it well, Daug; said Aslan.
And tern door, heir new Kings and Queens.
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And sle. Edmund er man ter,