Ron landed in the throne room with a dull thunk. ''Blimey, not the best of landings!'' He looked up to see where he was, only to see that he was in a massive throne room with many guards, and what appeared to be a lion. ''OK, either I'm drunk, this is a bad dream, or something very messed up his happening to me. Where in the world am I?'' he asked.
Whitefang's head raised and his ears picked up the sound of the hornblast. It was so loud that it ruffled the silver fur on his back. He turned his blue eyes to the castle, and in his mind contemplated not going. He then remembered that he had to, and even if he didn't want to, he started off towards the castle.
He came to the castle and silently stalked in, nodded to Aslan and the four monarchs, and went over to a solitary corner, laying down.
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