The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"This way," said Susan, who seemed to know all about it. "Back into the trees. We've got
to change."
"Change what?" asked Lucy.
"Our clothes, of course," said Susan. "Nice fools we'd look on the platform of an English
station in these."
"But our other things are at Caspian's castle," said Edmund.
"No, they're not," said Peter, still leading the way into the thickest wood. "They're all
here. They were brought down in bundles this morning. It's all arranged."
"Was that what Aslan was talking to you and Susan about this morning?" asked Lucy.
"Yes - that and other things," said Peter, his face very solemn. "I can't tell it to you all.
There were things he wanted to say to Su and me because we're not coming back to
Narnia."
"Never?" cried Edmund and Lucy in dismay.
"Oh, you two are," answered Peter. "At least, from what he said, I'm pretty sure he means
you to get back some day. But not Su and me. He says we're getting too old."
"Oh, Peter," said Lucy. "What awful bad luck. Can you bear it?"
"Well, I think I can," said Peter. "It's all rather different from what I thought. You'll
understand when it comes to your last time. But, quick, here are our things."
It was odd, and not very nice, to take off their royal clothes and to come back in their
school things (not very fresh now) into that great assembly. One or two of the nastier
Telmarines jeered. But the other creatures all cheered and rose up in honour of Peter the
High King, and Queen Susan of the Horn, and King Edmund, and Queen Lucy. There
were affectionate and (on Lucy's part) tearful farewells with all their old friends - animal
kisses, and hugs from Bulgy Bears, and hands wrung by Trumpkin, and a last tickly,
whiskerish embrace with Trufflehunter. And of course Caspian offered the Horn back to
Susan and of course Susan told him to keep it. And then, wonderfully and terribly, it was
farewell to Aslan himself, and Peter took his place with Susan's hands on his shoulders
and Edmund's on hers and Lucy's on his and the first of the Telmarine's on Lucy's, and so
in a long line they moved forward to the Door. After that came a moment which is hard
to describe, for the children seemed to be seeing three things at once. One was the mouth
of a cave opening into the glaring green and blue of an island in the Pacific, where all the
Telmarines would find themselves the moment they were through the Door. The second
was a glade in Narnia, the faces of Dwarfs and Beasts, the deep eyes of Aslan, and the
white patches on the Badger's cheeks. But the third (which rapidly swallowed up the