“The term is over,” Aslan said. “The holidays have begun.”
He did not feel the crash. He felt nothing —and then everything . The Chronicles Of Narnia All Parts
Peter had led the army at Beruna, sword aloft, but it was Aslan’s breath on the frozen river that broke the Witch’s power. They grew up in Narnia—kings and queens for fifteen golden years. They hunted the White Stag. They forgot the wardrobe. And then, one day, they stumbled back through the lamppost into England, children once more. “The term is over,” Aslan said
The wardrobe was a memory. The lamp-post was a flower. And the adventure, Peter finally understood, had never been about saving a world. Peter had led the army at Beruna, sword
He saw the Stone Table. He saw Aslan, the golden mane dulled, the great eyes patient, walking to his death for Edmund’s betrayal. Susan and Lucy wept into his cooling fur. And then—the world split. The Table cracked, the Witch screamed, and Aslan stood whole, greater and brighter, laughing as he rolled away the stone.