Chronicles of Narnia: The Magic Begins: Prince Alexander: Book 3

Chapter Eleven: King Alexander

While Ila stood besides Aslan Marco, Conor, Vicky, Natasha (who is in her Lioness form) Chasta (who is in his Elk form), Chase (who is in his Hawk form and perched on Chasta's antlers), Irma Rose (who is in her Falcon form), and Alexander crossed the river to meet Aslan. Marco unsheathed his sword then Conor, Vicky, and Alexander bowed down by Marco's side.
"Rise great warriors and King of Narnia."said Aslan after breathing on them.
Marco, Conor, Vicky, Natasha, Chasta, Chase, and Irma Rose raised, only Alexander didn't rise.
"All of you."said Aslan, looking at Alexander.
"I'm not sure if I'm ready, Aslan, sir."said Alexander as roused from his bow.
"It's that very reason that you are."said Aslan to Alexander.
But then a curious little procession was coming behind them, from the shore of the river --- sixteen or more Mice, but six were carried something in between them made of branches. The Mice were plastered with mud --- some with almost healing wounds --- their ears were down, their whiskers drooped, their tails dragged on the grass, and their leader piped on his slender pipe a melancholy tune. On the stick carrying bed layed Fleeticheep. She was gasping for breath, but more dead than alive, she has more than enough of bloody scratches and her tail was a stump.
Ila got her diamond bottle out and put a single drop in Fleeticheep's mouth, there were so many wounds and they waited in a anxious silence and the daughter of Reepicheep sprang from the litter. Her paw went on the hilt of her sword and the other paw she bowed down to Aslan.
"Hail, Aslan!"said Fleeticheep. "I have the honor ---" But then she suddenly stopped.
Ila forgot that her cordial can only heal wounds, but it can not make things grow again. Fleeticheep became aware of her loss from the bow; perhaps it has something to do with her balance.
She looked over her shoulder and gasped with a horrified expression.
"I am confounded,"said Fleeticheep to Aslan (the Mouse looked a little shy and embarrassed). "I am completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion."
"Perhaps it can be restored by her Lady?"said Fleeticheep looking at Ila with a hopeful look.
"But what do you want with a tail?"asked Aslan.
"Great Aslan,"said the Mouse, "I can eat, sleep, and die for my King without one. But a tail is the honor and glory of a Mouse."
"Perhaps you think too much of your honor young Mouse." said Aslan.
But then the other Mice had drawn out their swords.
"May it please your High Majesty," said the first Mouse known as Reepicheep, "we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our third-in-command must go on without her tail. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honor which is denied to the third-in-commander and my dearest daughter."
"Not for the sake of your dignity, Fleeticheep, but for the love between you and your kingdom."said Aslan.
After Aslan was done speaking a new tail grew into place.
"Thank you your Majesty,"said Fleeticheep with another bow. "for I shall be forever grateful."
At Aslan's command, Marco bestowed the Knighthood of the Mountain Lion on Alexander, after Alexander was knighted he confirmed Trufflehunter, Trumpkin, Poggin, Reepicheep, Fleeticheep, and made Doctor Cornelius his Lord Chancellors and confirmed Bold the Bulgy Bear in his hereditary office of Marshal of the Lists. Then a great applause came from the Old Narnians.

King Alexander rode on Sprinter with Aslan by his side, Marco and Vicky rode behind them their white horses, Conor and Ila rode behind on their black and brown horses, and Natasha (who is in her Lioness form), Chasta (who is in his Elk form), Chase (who is in his Hawk form), and Irma Rose (who is in her Peregrine Falcon form) were leading the Old Narnians to the Castle behind the new King of Narnia.