The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Do you think he wants to?" said Aslan.
"Well, Aslan," said Polly, "he might send someone else. He's so excited about the bar off
the lamp-post growing into a lamp-post tree and he thinks -"
"He thinks great folly, child," said Aslan. "This world is bursting with life for these few
days because the song with which I called it into life still hangs in the air and rumbles in
the ground. It will not be so for long. But I cannot tell that to this old sinner, and I cannot
comfort him either; he has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him, he
would hear only growlings and roarings. Oh Adam's sons, how cleverly you defend
yourselves against all that might do you good! But I will give him the only gift he is still
able to receive."
He bowed his great head rather sadly, and breathed into the Magician's terrified face.
"Sleep," he said. "Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments you
have devised for yourself." Uncle Andrew immediately rolled over with closed eyes and
began breathing peacefully.
"Carry him aside and lay him down," said Aslan. "Now, dwarfs! Show your smith-craft.
Let me see you make two crowns for your King and Queen."
More Dwarfs than you could dream of rushed forward to the Golden Tree. They had all
its leaves stripped off, and some of its branches torn off too, before you could say Jack
Robinson. And now the children could see that it did not merely look golden but was of
real, soft gold. It had of course sprung up from the half-sovereigns which had fallen out
of Uncle Andrew's pocket when he was turned upside down; just as the silver had grown
up from the half-crowns. From nowhere, as it seemed, piles of dry brushwood for fuel, a
little anvil, hammers, tongs, and bellows were produced. Next moment (how those dwarfs
loved their work!) the fire was blazing, the bellows were roaring, the gold was melting,
the hammers were clinking. Two Moles, whom Aslan had set to dig (which was what
they liked best) earlier in the day, poured out a pile of precious stones at the dwarfs' feet.
Under the clever fingers of the little smiths two crowns took shape - not ugly, heavy
things like modern European crowns, but light, delicate, beautifully shaped circles that
you could really wear and look nicer by wearing. The King's was set with rubies and the
Queen's with emeralds.
When the crowns had been cooled in the river Aslan made Frank and Helen kneel before
him and he placed the crowns on their heads. Then he said, "Rise up King and Queen of
Narnia, father and mother of many kings that shall be in Narnia and the Isles and
Archenland. Be just and merciful and brave. The blessing is upon you."
Then everyone cheered or bayed or neighed or trumpeted or clapped its wings and the
royal pair stood looking solemn and a little shy, but all the nobler for their shyness. And
while Digory was still cheering he heard the deep voice of Aslan beside him, saying:
"Look!"