The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Aslan threw up his shaggy head, opened his mouth, and uttered a long, single note; not
very loud, but full of power. Polly's heart jumped in her body when she heard it. She felt
sure that it was a call, and that anyone who heard that call would want to obey it and
(what's more) would be able to obey it, however many worlds and ages lay between. And
so, though she was filled with wonder, she was not really astonished or shocked when all
of a sudden a young woman, with a kind, honest face stepped out of nowhere and stood
beside her. Polly knew at once that it was the Cabby's wife, fetched out of our world not
by any tiresome magic rings, but quickly, simply and sweetly as a bird flies to its nest.
The young woman had apparently been in the middle of a washing day, for she wore an
apron, her sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and there were soapsuds on her hands. If
she had had time to put on her good clothes (her best hat had imitation cherries on it) she
would have looked dreadful; as it was, she looked rather nice.
Of course she thought she was dreaming. That was why she didn't rush across to her
husband and ask him what on earth had happened to them both. But when she looked at
the Lion she didn't feel quite so sure it was a dream, yet for some reason she did not
appear to be very frightened. Then she dropped a little half curtsey, as some country girls
still knew how to do in those days. After that, she went and put her hand in the Cabby's
and stood there looking round her a little shyly.
"My children," said Aslan, fixing his eyes on both of them, "you are to be the first King
and Queen of Narnia."
The Cabby opened his mouth in astonishment, and his wife turned very red.
"You shall rule and name all these creatures, and do justice among them, and protect
them from their enemies when enemies arise. And enemies will arise, for there is an evil
Witch in this world."
The Cabby swallowed hard two or three times and cleared his throat.
"Begging your pardon, sir," he said, "and thanking you very much I'm sure (which my
Missus does the same) but I ain't no sort of a chap for a job like that. I never 'ad much
eddycation, you see."
"Well," said Aslan,"can you use a spade and a plough and raise food out of the earth?"
"Yes, sir, I could do a bit of that sort of work: being brought up to it, like."
"Can you rule these creatures kindly and fairly, remembering that they are not slaves like
the dumb beasts of the world you were born in, but Talking Beasts and free subjects?"
"I see that, sir," replied the Cabby. "I'd try to do the square thing by them all."
"And would you bring up your children and grandchildren to do the same?"