“Very well， I will dictate，” said Peter. And while theDoctor spread out a parchment and opened his ink.horn and sharpened his pen， Peter leant back with half.closed eyes and recalled to his mind the language in which he had written such things long ago in Narnia’s golden age.
“Right，” he said at last. “And now， if you are ready， Doctor？”
Doctor Cornelius dipped his pen and waited. Peter dictated as follows：
“Peter， by the gift of Aslan， by election， by prescription，and by conquest， High King over all Kings in Narnia， Emperor of the Lone Islands and Lord of Cair Paravel， Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion， to Miraz， Son of Caspian the Eighth， sometime Lord Protector of Narnia and now styling himself King of Narnia， Greeting. Have you got that？”
“Narnia， comma， greeting，” muttered the Doctor. “Yes， Sire.”
