Sergeant Pevensie and the rest of his team crouched behind a group of perfectly positioned rocks, watching as Reichsfuhrer Himmler and the rest of the Ahnenerbe got ready to perform some kind of ritual. None of the British troop believed that anything would come of this or they might have interfered; rather than just watching the Ahnenerbe. Suddenly Himmler started to chant in German and before anyone had time to do anything an unearthly light appeared in the archway of stone that Himmler's men had set up earlier that day. A group of eight people dressed in the finery of ancient kings and queens appeared out of the archway.

"By the lion, what devilry is this?" exclaimed one of the king-like men with a fair amount of shock. The eldest of the royals took a step forward to face Himmler. When he spoke his voice was low and dangerous. The voice of a man used to being in control.

"Where have you brought my consorts and myself? And for what purpose have you done this?" Himmler looked a little bit confused.

"You are from England?"

"No," one of the Queens replied indignantly. "We're from Narnia and Archanland and Telmar. What is this England you speak of?"

"Good." Himmler ignored the Queen's question. "Then you will help the Fuhrer in his fight against the British."

"We do not fight the battles of cowards."

"How dare you call the Fuhrer a coward!"

"Does this Fuhrer person lead his men into battle?" enquired the youngest queen, who had the looks of someone of Arabic descent.

"Of course not." Himmler seemed rather shocked at the suggestion of Hitler leading his troops.

"Then he is a coward. As my father once said, 'this is what it means to be a king; to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat.'" One of the kings said.

"Hear hear," agreed another king, who was identical to the previous speaker, though his clothing was different enough to tell the two young royals apart.

"Enough of this. We are going to the Fuhrer now." With a nod, Himmler indicated to the German soldiers with him that they should grab the royals and bring them along. The Germans tried; they really did. However, their opponents were skilled in all forms and combat and each carried multiple weapons. In two minutes the royals had subdued the Germans, and were discussing what to do with them.

The British troop decided it was time to reveal themselves. Slowly, with their hands held out in front of them in a universal gesture of 'we're unarmed', Sergeant Pevensie and his men emerged from behind the rocks. The golden-haired queen spotted the men first. Turning she removed an ornate dagger from her belt and held it in such a manner that it seemed she might throw it.

"Please my lady," Sergeant Pevensie was the one to address the queen," we mean no harm. We thought perhaps we could help you deal with these men." Pevensie gestured to the Ahnenerbe.

"You are their enemy?" questioned the queen. Pevensie nodded. Sheathing her dagger, the young queen came towards the British.

"I am Lucy, queen of Narnia."

"Sergeant John Pevensie." A slight frown creased Lucy's forehead as John introduced himself with a bow.

The English men took a look around and found ropes in the German trucks. Pevensie took the ropes to the royals and together they bound the wrists of each German soldier. One of the English men had gone off to fetch a British truck over and the Germans were made to get into it. Pevensie sent his men back to their camp though he himself stayed to talk with the kings and queens.

"Thank you kindly for your assistance sir." The eldest king came to shake the Sergeant's hand then stopped looking confused. "Is it possible that we have met before?" John assured him it was not possible as Queen Lucy came towards them.

"Sergeant, allow me to introduce to you my consorts. This is my brother, Peter, High King of Narnia. And this is my other brother Edmund, also king of Narnia. Then Susan, my sister, is also Queen of Narnia. Her fiancé Caspian, King of Telmar. My own fiancé, Corin, Prince of Archanland. His brother, Cor, King of Archanland. And finally Aravis, wife of Cor and Queen of Archanland."

Pevensie couldn't help wondering at the coincidence of the four royal siblings of Narnia having the same names as his own children.

"Consorts, this is Sergeant John Pevensie."