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. The King's was set with rubies and the Queen's with emeralds.
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. 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. Next moment (how those dwarfs loved their work!) the fire was blazing, the bellows were roaring, the gold was melting, the hammers were clinking. From nowhere, as it seemed, piles of dry brushwood for fuel, a little anvil, hammers, tongs, and bellows were produced.
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. And now the children could see that it did not merely look golden but was of real, soft gold. They had all its leaves stripped off, and some of its branches torn off too, before you could say Jack Robinson.
More Dwarfs than you could dream of rushed forward to the Golden Tree. Let me see you make two crowns for your King and Queen." "Carry him aside and lay him down," said Aslan. "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. He bowed his great head rather sadly, and breathed into the Magician's terrified face.
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