The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Very well, I will dictate," said Peter. And while the Doctor spread out a parchment and
opened his ink-horn and sharpened his pen, Peter leant back with half-closed eyes and
recalled to his mind the language in which he had written such things long ago in
Narnia's golden age.
"Right," he said at last. "And now, if you are ready, Doctor?"
Doctor Cornelius dipped his pen and waited. Peter dictated as follows:
"Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election, by prescription, and by conquest, High King over
all Kings in Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands and Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the
Most Noble Order of the Lion, to Miraz, Son of Caspian the Eighth, sometime Lord
Protector of Narnia and now styling himself King of Narnia, Greeting. Have you got
that?"
"Narnia, comma, greeting," muttered the Doctor. "Yes, Sire."
"Then begin a new paragraph," said Peter. "For to prevent the effusion of blood, and for
the avoiding all other inconveniences likely to grow from the wars now levied in our
realm of Narnia, it is our pleasure to adventure our royal person on behalf of our trusty
and well-beloved Caspian in clean wager of battle to prove upon your Lordship's body
that the said Caspian is lawful King under us in Narnia both by our gift and by the laws
of the Telmarines, and your Lordship twice guilty of treachery both in withholding the
dominion of Narnia from the said Caspian and in the most abhominable, - don't forget to
spell it with an H, Doctor - bloody, and unnatural murder of your kindly lord and brother
King Caspian Ninth of that name. Wherefore we most heartily provoke, challenge, and
defy your Lordship to the said combat and monomachy, and have sent these letters by the
hand of our well beloved and royal brother Edmund, sometime King under us in Narnia,
Duke of Lantern Waste and Count of the Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of
the Table, to whom we have given full power of determining with your Lordship all the
conditions of the said battle. Given at our lodging in Aslan's How this XII day of the
month Greenroof in the first year of Caspian Tenth of Narnia.
"That ought to do," said Peter, drawing a deep breath.
"And now we must send two others with King Edmund. I think the Giant ought to be
one."
"He's - he's not very clever, you know," said Caspian.
"Of course not," said Peter. "But any giant looks impressive if only he will keep quiet.
And it will cheer him up. But who for the other?"
"Upon my word," said Trumpkin, "if you want someone who can kill with looks,
Reepicheep would be the best."