Gender!Swap: The Chronicles of Narnia
"By Jove! The signs!" said Gil suddenly. "I'd better repeat them." He was in a panic for a second or two, but he found he could still say them all correctly. "So that's all right," he said.
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The others admitted afterwards that Gil had been wonderful that day. As soon as the King and the rest of the hunting party had set off, he began making a tour of the whole castle of Harfang and asking questions, but all in such an innocent, boyish way that no one could ever suspect him of any secret design.
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CATHERINE TATE as Puddleglum
“Now a job like this - a journey up north just as winter's beginning, looking for a Princess that probably isn't there, by way of a ruined city of the Giants that no one has ever seen - will be just the thing. If that doesn't steady a ladywiggle, I don't know what will." And Puddleglum rubbed her big frog-like hands together as if she were talking of going to a party or a pantomime.
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“I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper Sir, if the young gentleman and these two ladies are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say."
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CILLIAN MURPHY as the Witch-king of Underland
He stood at the north side of the fountain and said no word but beckoned to the Princess with his hand as if he bade her come to him. And he was tall and great, shining, and wrapped in a thin garment as green as poison. And Princess Rilia stared at him like a woman out of her wits. But suddenly the man was gone, Lady Drinia knew not where; and the two returned to Cair Paravel. It stuck in Drinia's mind that this shining green man was evil.
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The Witch- king took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin. He began to play it with his fingers - a steady, monotonous thrumming that you didn't notice after a few minutes. But the less you noticed it, the more it got into your brain and your blood.
“Yes. It is all a dream,” he said. “There never was such a world. There never was any world but mine. Come, all of you. Put away these childish tricks. I have work for you all in the real world. There is no Narnia, no Overworld, no sky, no sun, no Aslan. And now, to bed all. And let us begin a wiser life tomorrow. But, first, to bed; to sleep; deep sleep, soft pillows, sleep without foolish dreams.”
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JESSICA BROWN-FINDLAY as Rilia, the Lost Princess of Narnia
"Rilia? Narnia?" she said carelessly. "Narnia? What land is that? I have never heard the name. It must be a thousand leagues from those parts of the Overworld that I know. But it was a strange fantasy that brought you seeking this - how do you call her? - Billia? Trillia? in my Lord's realm. Indeed, to my certain knowledge, there is no such woman here." She laughed very loudly at this. There was something not quite right about her face.
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"I beseech you to hear me," said the Lady, forcing herself to speak calmly. "Have they told you that if I am released from this chair I shall kill you and become a serpent? I see by your faces that they have. It is a lie. It is at this hour that I am in my right mind: it is all the rest of the day that I am enchanted.
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At last, they saw the Princess. Pale though she was from her long imprisonment in the Deep Lands, dressed in black, dusty, disheveled, and weary, there was something in her face and air which no one could mistake. That look is in the face of all true Queens of Narnia, who rule by the will of Aslan and sit at Cair Paravel on the throne of Patrice the High Queen.
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The others admitted afterwards that Gil had been wonderful that day. As soon as the King and the rest of the hunting party had set off, he began making a tour of the whole castle of Harfang and asking questions, but all in such an innocent, boyish way that no one could ever suspect him of any secret design.
*~*~*
CATHERINE TATE as Puddleglum
“Now a job like this - a journey up north just as winter's beginning, looking for a Princess that probably isn't there, by way of a ruined city of the Giants that no one has ever seen - will be just the thing. If that doesn't steady a ladywiggle, I don't know what will." And Puddleglum rubbed her big frog-like hands together as if she were talking of going to a party or a pantomime.
~
“I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper Sir, if the young gentleman and these two ladies are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say."
*~*~*
CILLIAN MURPHY as the Witch-king of Underland
He stood at the north side of the fountain and said no word but beckoned to the Princess with his hand as if he bade her come to him. And he was tall and great, shining, and wrapped in a thin garment as green as poison. And Princess Rilia stared at him like a woman out of her wits. But suddenly the man was gone, Lady Drinia knew not where; and the two returned to Cair Paravel. It stuck in Drinia's mind that this shining green man was evil.
~
The Witch- king took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin. He began to play it with his fingers - a steady, monotonous thrumming that you didn't notice after a few minutes. But the less you noticed it, the more it got into your brain and your blood.
“Yes. It is all a dream,” he said. “There never was such a world. There never was any world but mine. Come, all of you. Put away these childish tricks. I have work for you all in the real world. There is no Narnia, no Overworld, no sky, no sun, no Aslan. And now, to bed all. And let us begin a wiser life tomorrow. But, first, to bed; to sleep; deep sleep, soft pillows, sleep without foolish dreams.”
*~*~*
JESSICA BROWN-FINDLAY as Rilia, the Lost Princess of Narnia
"Rilia? Narnia?" she said carelessly. "Narnia? What land is that? I have never heard the name. It must be a thousand leagues from those parts of the Overworld that I know. But it was a strange fantasy that brought you seeking this - how do you call her? - Billia? Trillia? in my Lord's realm. Indeed, to my certain knowledge, there is no such woman here." She laughed very loudly at this. There was something not quite right about her face.
~
"I beseech you to hear me," said the Lady, forcing herself to speak calmly. "Have they told you that if I am released from this chair I shall kill you and become a serpent? I see by your faces that they have. It is a lie. It is at this hour that I am in my right mind: it is all the rest of the day that I am enchanted.
~
At last, they saw the Princess. Pale though she was from her long imprisonment in the Deep Lands, dressed in black, dusty, disheveled, and weary, there was something in her face and air which no one could mistake. That look is in the face of all true Queens of Narnia, who rule by the will of Aslan and sit at Cair Paravel on the throne of Patrice the High Queen.