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THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE
BY
C.S.LEWIS
CHAPTER ONE
LUCY LOOKS INTO A WARDROBE
ONCE there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about
something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the
air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country,
ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He had no
wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs Macready and three servants.
(Their names were Ivy, Margaret and Betty, but they do not come into the story much.) He himself
was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his head,
and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at the
front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and
Edmund (who was the next youngest) wanted to laugh and had to keep on pretending he was blowing
his nose to hide it.
As soon as they had said good night to the Professor and gone upstairs on the first night, the
boys came into the girls' room and they all talked it over.
"We've fallen on our feet and no mistake," said Peter. "This is going to be perfectly splendid.
That old chap will let us do anything we like."
"I think he's an old dear," said Susan.
"Oh, come off it!" said Edmund, who was tired and pretending not to be tired, which always made
him bad-tempered. "Don't go on talking like that."
"Like what?" said Susan; "and anyway, it's time you were in bed."
"Trying to talk like Mother," said Edmund. "And who are you to say when I'm to go to bed? Go to
bed yourself."
"Hadn't we all better go to bed?" said Lucy. "There's sure to be a row if we're heard talking
here."
"No there won't," said Peter. "I tell you this is the sort of house where no one's going to mind
what we do. Anyway, they won't hear us. It's about ten minutes' walk from here down to that dining-
room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between."
"What's that noise?" said Lucy suddenly. It was a far larger house than she had ever been in
before and the thought of all those long passages and rows of doors leading into empty rooms was
beginning to make her feel a little creepy.
"It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund.
"It's an owl," said Peter. "This is going to be a wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed
now. I say, let's go and explore tomorrow. You might find anything in a place like this. Did you
see those mountains as we came along? And the woods? There might be eagles. There might be stags.
There'll be hawks."
"Badgers!" said Lucy.
"Foxes!" said Edmund.
"Rabbits!" said Susan.
But when next morning came there was a steady rain falling, so thick that when you looked out of
the window you could see neither the mountains nor the woods nor even the stream in the garden.
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"Of course it would be raining!" said Edmund. They had just finished their breakfast with the
Professor and were upstairs in the room he had set apart for them - a long, low room with two
windows looking out in one direction and two in another.
"Do stop grumbling, Ed," said Susan. "Ten to one it'll clear up in an hour or so. And in the
meantime we're pretty well off. There's a wireless and lots of books."
"Not for me"said Peter; "I'm going to explore in the house."
Everyone agreed to this and that was how the adventures began. It was the sort of house that you
never seem to come to the end of, and it was full of unexpected places. The first few doors they
tried led only into spare bedrooms, as everyone had expected that they would; but soon they came
to a very long room full of pictures and there they found a suit of armour; and after that was a
room all hung with green, with a harp in one corner; and then came three steps down and five steps
up, and then a kind of little upstairs hall and a door that led out on to a balcony, and then a
whole series of rooms that led into each other and were lined with books - most of them very old
books and some bigger than a Bible in a church. And shortly after that they looked into a room
that was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door.
There was nothing else in the room at all except a dead blue-bottle on the window-sill.
"Nothing there!" said Peter, and they all trooped out again - all except Lucy. She stayed behind
because she thought it would be worth while trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt
almost sure that it would be locked. To her surprise it opened quite easily, and two moth-balls
dropped out.
Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up - mostly long fur coats. There was
nothing Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. She immediately stepped into the wardrobe
and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course,
because she knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe. Soon she went further
in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost
quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face
into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in - then two or three steps always
expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
"This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!" thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the
soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed that there was something
crunching under her feet. "I wonder is that more mothballs?" she thought, stooping down to feel it
with her hand. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt
something soft and powdery and extremely cold. "This is very queer," she said, and went on a step
or two further.
Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but
something hard and rough and even prickly. "Why, it is just like branches of trees!" exclaimed
Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back
of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on
her. A moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with
snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air.
Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. She looked back
over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks; she could still see the open doorway of
the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out. (She had, of
course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a
wardrobe.) It seemed to be still daylight there. "I can always get back if anything goes wrong,"
thought Lucy. She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards
the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood
looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to
do next, she heard a pitter patter of feet coming towards her. And soon after that a very strange
person stepped out from among the trees into the light of the lamp-post.
He was only a little taller than Lucy herself and he carried over his head an umbrella, white with
snow. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's (the hair
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on them was glossy black) and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs. He also had a tail, but Lucy
did not notice this at first because it was neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella
so as to keep it from trailing in the snow. He had a red woollen muffler round his neck and his
skin was rather reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed
beard and curly hair, and out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead.
One of his hands, as I have said, held the umbrella: in the other arm he carried several brown-
paper parcels. What with the parcels and the snow it looked just as if he had been doing his
Christmas shopping. He was a Faun. And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he
dropped all his parcels.
"Goodness gracious me!" exclaimed the Faun.
CHAPTER TWO
WHAT LUCY FOUND THERE
"GOOD EVENING," said Lucy. But the Faun was so busy picking up its parcels that at first it did
not reply. When it had finished it made her a little bow.
"Good evening, good evening," said the Faun. "Excuse me - I don't want to be inquisitive - but
should I be right in thinking that you are a Daughter of Eve?"
"My name's Lucy," said she, not quite understanding him.
"But you are - forgive me - you are what they call a girl?" said the Faun.
"Of course I'm a girl," said Lucy.
"You are in fact Human?"
"Of course I'm human," said Lucy, still a little puzzled.
"To be sure, to be sure," said the Faun. "How stupid of me! But I've never seen a Son of Adam or a
Daughter of Eve before. I am delighted. That is to say -" and then it stopped as if it had been
going to say something it had not intended but had remembered in time. "Delighted, delighted," it
went on. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy.
"And may I ask, O Lucy Daughter of Eve," said Mr Tumnus, "how you have come into Narnia?"
"Narnia? What's that?" said Lucy.
"This is the land of Narnia," said the Faun, "where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-
post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea. And you - you have come from the
wild woods of the west?"
"I - I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room," said Lucy.
"Ah!" said Mr Tumnus in a rather melancholy voice, "if only I had worked harder at geography when
I was a little Faun, I should no doubt know all about those strange countries. It is too late
now."
"But they aren't countries at all," said Lucy, almost laughing. "It's only just back there - at
least - I'm not sure. It is summer there."
"Meanwhile," said Mr Tumnus, "it is winter in Narnia, and has been for ever so long, and we shall
both catch cold if we stand here talking in the snow. Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare
Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came
and had tea with me?"
"Thank you very much, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy. "But I was wondering whether I ought to be getting
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back."
"It's only just round the corner," said the Faun, "and there'll be a roaring fire - and toast -
and sardines - and cake."
"Well, it's very kind of you," said Lucy. "But I shan't be able to stay long."
"If you will take my arm, Daughter of Eve," said Mr Tumnus, "I shall be able to hold the umbrella
over both of us. That's the way. Now - off we go."
And so Lucy found herself walking through the wood arm in arm with this strange creature as if
they had known one another all their lives.
They had not gone far before they came to a place where the ground became rough and there were
rocks all about and little hills up and little hills down. At the bottom of one small valley Mr
Tumnus turned suddenly aside as if he were going to walk straight into an unusually large rock,
but at the last moment Lucy found he was leading her into the entrance of a cave. As soon as they
were inside she found herself blinking in the light of a wood fire. Then Mr Tumnus stooped and
took a flaming piece of wood out of the fire with a neat little pair of tongs, and lit a lamp.
"Now we shan't be long," he said, and immediately put a kettle on.
Lucy thought she had never been in a nicer place. It was a little, dry, clean cave of reddish
stone with a carpet on the floor and two little chairs ("one for me and one for a friend," said Mr
Tumnus) and a table and a dresser and a mantelpiece over the fire and above that a picture of an
old Faun with a grey beard. In one corner there was a door which Lucy thought must lead to Mr
Tumnus's bedroom, and on one wall was a shelf full of books. Lucy looked at these while he was
setting out the tea things. They had titles like The Life and Letters of Silenus or Nymphs and
Their Ways or Men, Monks and Gamekeepers; a Study in Popular Legend or Is Man a Myth?
"Now, Daughter of Eve!" said the Faun.
And really it was a wonderful tea. There was a nice brown egg, lightly boiled, for each of them,
and then sardines on toast, and then buttered toast, and then toast with honey, and then a sugar-
topped cake. And when Lucy was tired of eating the Faun began to talk. He had wonderful tales to
tell of life in the forest. He told about the midnight dances and how the Nymphs who lived in the
wells and the Dryads who lived in the trees came out to dance with the Fauns; about long hunting
parties after the milk-white stag who could give you wishes if you caught him; about feasting and
treasure-seeking with the wild Red Dwarfs in deep mines and caverns far beneath the forest floor;
and then about summer when the woods were green and old Silenus on his fat donkey would come to
visit them, and sometimes Bacchus himself, and then the streams would run with wine instead of
water and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end. "Not that it
isn't always winter now," he added gloomily. Then to cheer himself up he took out from its case on
the dresser a strange little flute that looked as if it were made of straw and began to play. And
the tune he played made Lucy want to cry and laugh and dance and go to sleep all at the same time.
It must have been hours later when she shook herself and said:
"Oh, Mr Tumnus - I'm so sorry to stop you, and I do love that tune - but really, I must go home. I
only meant to stay for a few minutes."
"It's no good now, you know," said the Faun, laying down its flute and shaking its head at her
very sorrowfully.
"No good?" said Lucy, jumping up and feeling rather frightened. "What do you mean? I've got to go
home at once. The others will be wondering what has happened to me." But a moment later she asked,
"Mr Tumnus! Whatever is the matter?" for the Faun's brown eyes had filled with tears and then the
tears began trickling down its cheeks, and soon they were running off the end of its nose; and at
last it covered its face with its hands and began to howl.
"Mr Tumnus! Mr Tumnus!" said Lucy in great distress. "Don't! Don't! What is the matter? Aren' you
well? Dear Mr Tumnus, do tell me what is wrong." But the Faun continued sobbing as if its heart
would break. And even when Lucy went over and put her arms round him and lent him her hand
kerchief, he did not stop. He merely took the handker chief and kept on using it, wringing it out
with both hands whenever it got too wet to be any more use, so that presently Lucy was standing in
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a damp patch.
"Mr Tumnus!" bawled Lucy in his ear, shaking him. "Do stop. Stop it at once! You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. What on earth are you crying about?"
"Oh - oh - oh!" sobbed Mr Tumnus, "I'm crying because I'm such a bad Faun."
"I don't think you're a bad Faun at all," said Lucy. "I think you are a very good Faun. You are
the nicest Faun I've ever met."
"Oh - oh - you wouldn't say that if you knew," replied Mr Tumnus between his sobs. "No, I'm a bad
Faun. I don't suppose there ever was a worse Faun since the beginning of the world."
"But what have you done?" asked Lucy.
"My old father, now," said Mr Tumnus; "that's his picture over the mantelpiece. He would never
have done a thing like this."
"A thing like what?" said Lucy.
"Like what I've done," said the Faun. "Taken service under the White Witch. That's what I am. I'm
in the pay of the White Witch."
"The White Witch? Who is she?"
"Why, it is she that has got all Narnia under her thumb. It's she that makes it always winter.
Always winter and never Christmas; think of that!"
"How awful!" said Lucy. "But what does she pay you for?"
"That's the worst of it," said Mr Tumnus with a deep groan. "I'm a kidnapper for her, that's what
I am. Look at me, Daughter of Eve. Would you believe that I'm the sort of Faun to meet a poor
innocent child in the wood, one that had never done me any harm, and pretend to be friendly with
it, and invite it home to my cave, all for the sake of lulling it asleep and then handing it over
to the White Witch?"
"No," said Lucy. "I'm sure you wouldn't do anything of the sort."
"But I have," said the Faun.
"Well," said Lucy rather slowly (for she wanted to be truthful and yet not be too hard on him),
"well, that was pretty bad. But you're so sorry for it that I'm sure you will never do it again."
"Daughter of Eve, don't you understand?" said the Faun. "It isn't something I have done. I'm doing
it now, this very moment."
"What do you mean?" cried Lucy, turning very white.
"You are the child," said Tumnus. "I had orders from the White Witch that if ever I saw a Son of
Adam or a Daughter of Eve in the wood, I was to catch them and hand them over to her. And you are
the first I've ever met. And I've pretended to be your friend an asked you to tea, and all the
time I've been meaning to wait till you were asleep and then go and tell Her."
"Oh, but you won't, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy. "Yo won't, will you? Indeed, indeed you really
mustn't."
"And if I don't," said he, beginning to cry again "she's sure to find out. And she'll have my tail
cut off and my horns sawn off, and my beard plucked out, and she'll wave her wand over my
beautiful clove hoofs and turn them into horrid solid hoofs like wretched horse's. And if she is
extra and specially angry she'll turn me into stone and I shall be only statue of a Faun in her
horrible house until the four thrones at Cair Paravel are filled and goodness knows when that will
happen, or whether it will ever happen at all."
"I'm very sorry, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy. "But please let me go home."
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"Of course I will," said the Faun. "Of course I've got to. I see that now. I hadn't known what
Humans were like before I met you. Of course I can't give you up to the Witch; not now that I know
you. But we must be off at once. I'll see you back to the lamp-post. I suppose you can find your
own way from there back to Spare Oom and War Drobe?"
"I'm sure I can," said Lucy.
"We must go as quietly as we can," said Mr Tumnus. "The whole wood is full of her spies. Even some
of the trees are on her side."
They both got up and left the tea things on the table, and Mr Tumnus once more put up his umbrella
and gave Lucy his arm, and they went out into the snow. The journey back was not at all like the
journey to the Faun's cave; they stole along as quickly as they could, without speaking a word,
and Mr Tumnus kept to the darkest places. Lucy was relieved when they reached the lamp-post again.
"Do you know your way from here, Daughter o Eve?" said Tumnus.
Lucy looked very hard between the trees and could just see in the distance a patch of light that
looked like daylight. "Yes," she said, "I can see the wardrobe door."
"Then be off home as quick as you can," said the Faun, "and - c-can you ever forgive me for what
meant to do?"
"Why, of course I can," said Lucy, shaking him heartily by the hand. "And I do hope you won't get
into dreadful trouble on my account."
"Farewell, Daughter of Eve," said he. "Perhaps I may keep the handkerchief?"
"Rather!" said Lucy, and then ran towards the far off patch of daylight as quickly as her legs
would carry her. And presently instead of rough branch brushing past her she felt coats, and
instead of crunching snow under her feet she felt wooden board and all at once she found herself
jumping out of the wardrobe into the same empty room from which the whole adventure had started.
She shut the wardrobe door tightly behind her and looked around, panting for breath. It was still
raining and she could hear the voices of the others in the passage.
"I'm here," she shouted. "I'm here. I've come back I'm all right."
CHAPTER THREE
EDMUND AND THE WARDROBE
Lucy ran out of the empty room into the passage and found the other three.
"It's all right," she repeated, "I've comeback."
"What on earth are you talking about, Lucy?" asked Susan.
"Why? said Lucy in amazement, "haven't you all been wondering where I was?"
"So you've been hiding, have you?" said Peter. "Poor old Lu, hiding and nobody noticed! You'll
have to hide longer than that if you want people to start looking for you."
"But I've been away for hours and hours," said Lucy.
The others all stared at one another.
"Batty!" said Edmund, tapping his head. "Quite batty."
"What do you mean, Lu?" asked Peter.
"What I said," answered Lucy. "It was just after breakfast when I went into the wardrobe, and I've
been away for hours and hours, and had tea, and all sorts of things have happened."
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"Don't be silly, Lucy," said Susan. "We've only just come out of that room a moment ago, and you
were there then."
"She's not being silly at all," said Peter, "she's just making up a story for fun, aren't you, Lu?
And why shouldn't she?"
"No, Peter, I'm not," she said. "It's - it's a magic wardrobe. There's a wood inside it, and it's
snowing, and there's a Faun and a Witch and it's called Narnia; come and see."
The others did not know what to think, but Lucy was so excited that they all went back with her
into the room. She rushed ahead of them, flung open the door of the wardrobe and cried, "Now! go
in and see for yourselves."
"Why, you goose," said Susan, putting her head inside and pulling the fur coats apart, "it's just
an ordinary wardrobe; look! there's the back of it."
Then everyone looked in and pulled the coats apart; and they all saw - Lucy herself saw - a
perfectly ordinary wardrobe. There was no wood and no snow, only the back of the wardrobe, with
hooks on it. Peter went in and rapped his knuckles on it to make sure that it was solid.
"A jolly good hoax, Lu," he said as he came out again; "you have really taken us in, I must admit.
We half believed you."
"But it wasn't a hoax at all," said Lucy, "really and truly. It was all different a moment ago.
Honestly it was. I promise."
"Come, Lu," said Peter, "that's going a bit far. You've had your joke. Hadn't you better drop it
now?"
Lucy grew very red in the face and tried to say something, though she hardly knew what she was
trying to say, and burst into tears.
For the next few days she was very miserable. She could have made it up with the others quite
easily at any moment if she could have brought herself to say that the whole thing was only a
story made up for fun. But Lucy was a very truthful girl and she knew that she was really in the
right; and she could not bring herself to say this. The others who thought she was telling a lie,
and a silly lie too, made her very unhappy. The two elder ones did this without meaning to do it,
but Edmund could be spiteful, and on this occasion he was spiteful. He sneered and jeered at Lucy
and kept on asking her if she'd found any other new countries in other cupboards all over the
house. What made it worse was that these days ought to have been delightful. The weather was fine
and they were out of doors from morning to night, bathing, fishing, climbing trees, and lying in
the heather. But Lucy could not properly enjoy any of it. And so things went on until the next wet
day.
That day, when it came to the afternoon and there was still no sign of a break in the weather,
they decided to play hide-and-seek. Susan was "It" and as soon as the others scattered to hide,
Lucy went to the room where the wardrobe was. She did not mean to hide in the wardrobe, because
she knew that would only set the others talking again about the whole wretched business. But she
did want to have one more look inside it; for by this time she was beginning to wonder herself
whether Narnia and the Faun had not been a dream. The house was so large and complicated and full
of hiding-places that she thought she would have time to have one look into the wardrobe and then
hide somewhere else. But as soon as she reached it she heard steps in the passage outside, and
then there was nothing for it but to jump into the wardrobe and hold the door closed behind her.
She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a
wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one.
Now the steps she had heard were those of Edmund; and he came into the room just in time to see
Lucy vanishing into the wardrobe. He at once decided to get into it himself - not because he
thought it a particularly good place to hide but because he wanted to go on teasing her about her
imaginary country. He opened the door. There were the coats hanging up as usual, and a smell of
mothballs, and darkness and silence, and no sign of Lucy. "She thinks I'm Susan come to catch
her," said Edmund to himself, "and so she's keeping very quiet in at the back." He jumped in and
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shut the door, forgetting what a very foolish thing this is to do. Then he began feeling about for
Lucy in the dark. He had expected to find her in a few seconds and was very surprised when he did
not. He decided to open the door again and let in some light. But he could not find the door
either. He didn't like this at all and began groping wildly in every direction; he even shouted
out, "Lucy! Lu! Where are you? I know you're here."
There was no answer and Edmund noticed that his own voice had a curious sound - not the sound you
expect in a cupboard, but a kind of open-air sound. He also noticed that he was unexpectedly cold;
and then he saw a light.
"Thank goodness," said Edmund, "the door must have swung open of its own accord." He forgot all
about Lucy and went towards the light, which he thought was the open door of the wardrobe. But
instead of finding himself stepping out into the spare room he found himself stepping out from the
shadow of some thick dark fir trees into an open place in the middle of a wood.
There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees.
Overhead there was pale blue sky, the sort of sky one sees on a fine winter day in the morning.
Straight ahead of him he saw between the tree-trunks the sun, just rising, very red and clear.
Everything was perfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that country. There was
not even a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could see in
every direction. He shivered.
He now remembered that he had been looking for Lucy; and also how unpleasant he had been to her
about her "imaginary country" which now turned out not to have been imaginary at all. He thought
that she must be somewhere quite close and so he shouted, "Lucy! Lucy! I'm here too-Edmund."
There was no answer.
"She's angry about all the things I've been saying lately," thought Edmund. And though he did not
like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold,
quiet place; so he shouted again.
"I say, Lu! I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I see now you were right all along. Do come out. Make
it Pax."
Still there was no answer.
"Just like a girl," said Edmund to himself, "sulking somewhere, and won't accept an apology." He
looked round him again and decided he did not much like this place, and had almost made up his
mind to go home, when he heard, very far off in the wood, a sound of bells. He listened and the
sound came nearer and nearer and at last there swept into sight a sledge drawn by two reindeer.
The reindeer were about the size of Shetland ponies and their hair was so white that even the snow
hardly looked white compared with them; their branching horns were gilded and shone like something
on fire when the sunrise caught them. Their harness was of scarlet leather and covered with bells.
On the sledge, driving the reindeer, sat a fat dwarf who would have been about three feet high if
he had been standing. He was dressed in polar bear's fur and on his head he wore a red hood with a
long gold tassel hanging down from its point; his huge beard covered his knees and served him
instead of a rug. But behind him, on a much higher seat in the middle of the sledge sat a very
different person - a great lady, taller than any woman that Edmund had ever seen. She also was
covered in white fur up to her throat and held a long straight golden wand in her right hand and
wore a golden crown on her head. Her face was white - not merely pale, but white like snow or
paper or icing-sugar, except for her very red mouth. It was a beautiful face in other respects,
but proud and cold and stern.
The sledge was a fine sight as it came sweeping towards Edmund with the bells jingling and the
dwarf cracking his whip and the snow flying up on each side of it.
"Stop!" said the Lady, and the dwarf pulled the reindeer up so sharp that they almost sat down.
Then they recovered themselves and stood champing their bits and blowing. In the frosty air the
breath coming out of their nostrils looked like smoke.
"And what, pray, are you?" said the Lady, looking hard at Edmund.
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"I'm-I'm-my name's Edmund," said Edmund rather awkwardly. He did not like the way she looked at
him.
The Lady frowned, "Is that how you address a Queen?" she asked, looking sterner than ever.
"I beg your pardon, your Majesty, I didn't know," said Edmund:
"Not know the Queen of Narnia?" cried she. "Ha! You shall know us better hereafter. But I repeat-
what are you?"
"Please, your Majesty," said Edmund, "I don't know what you mean. I'm at school - at least I was
it's the holidays now."
CHAPTER FOUR
TURKISH DELIGHT
"BUT what are you?" said the Queen again. "Are you a great overgrown dwarf that has cut off its
beard?"
"No, your Majesty," said Edmund, "I never had a beard, I'm a boy."
"A boy!" said she. "Do you mean you are a Son of Adam?"
Edmund stood still, saying nothing. He was too confused by this time to understand what the
question meant.
"I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be," said the Queen. "Answer me, once and for all,
or I shall lose my patience. Are you human?"
"Yes, your Majesty," said Edmund.
"And how, pray, did you come to enter my dominions?"
"Please, your Majesty, I came in through a wardrobe."
"A wardrobe? What do you mean?"
"I - I opened a door and just found myself here, your Majesty," said Edmund.
"Ha!" said the Queen, speaking more to herself than to him. "A door. A door from the world of men!
I have heard of such things. This may wreck all. But he is only one, and he is easily dealt with."
As she spoke these words she rose from her seat and looked Edmund full in the face, her eyes
flaming; at the same moment she raised her wand. Edmund felt sure that she was going to do
something dreadful but he seemed unable to move. Then, just as he gave himself up for lost, she
appeared to change her mind.
"My poor child," she said in quite a different voice, "how cold you look! Come and sit with me
here on the sledge and I will put my mantle round you and we will talk."
Edmund did not like this arrangement at all but he dared not disobey; he stepped on to the sledge
and sat at her feet, and she put a fold of her fur mantle round him and tucked it well in.
"Perhaps something hot to drink?" said the Queen. "Should you like that?"
"Yes please, your Majesty," said Edmund, whose teeth were chattering.
The Queen took from somewhere among her wrappings a very small bottle which looked as if it were
made of copper. Then, holding out her arm, she let one drop fall from it on the snow beside the
sledge. Edmund saw the drop for a second in mid-air, shining like a diamond. But the moment it
touched the snow there was a hissing sound and there stood a jewelled cup full of something that
steamed. The dwarf immediately took this and handed it to Edmund with a bow and a smile; not a
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very nice smile. Edmund felt much better as he began to sip the hot drink. It was something he had
never tasted before, very sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed him right down to his toes.
"It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating," said the Queen presently. "What would you like
best to eat?"
"Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty," said Edmund.
The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and instantly there appeared a
round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds
of the best Turkish Delight. Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had
never tasted anything more delicious. He was quite warm now, and very comfortable.
While he was eating the Queen kept asking him questions. At first Edmund tried to remember that it
is rude to speak with one's mouth full, but soon he forgot about this and thought only of trying
to shovel down as much Turkish Delight as he could, and the more he ate the more he wanted to eat,
and he never asked himself why the Queen should be so inquisitive. She got him to tell her that he
had one brother and two sisters, and that one of his sisters had already been in Narnia and had
met a Faun there, and that no one except himself and his brother and his sisters knew anything
about Narnia. She seemed especially interested in the fact that there were four of them, and kept
on coming back to it. "You are sure there are just four of you?" she asked. "Two Sons of Adam and
two Daughters of Eve, neither more nor less?" and Edmund, with his mouth full of Turkish Delight,
kept on saying, "Yes, I told you that before," and forgetting to call her "Your Majesty", but she
didn't seem to mind now.
At last the Turkish Delight was all finished and Edmund was looking very hard at the empty box and
wishing that she would ask him whether he would like some more. Probably the Queen knew quite well
what he was thinking; for she knew, though Edmund did not, that this was enchanted Turkish Delight
and that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they
were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves. But she did not offer him any more.
Instead, she said to him,
"Son of Adam, I should so much like to see your brother and your two sisters. Will you bring them
to see me?"
"I'll try," said Edmund, still looking at the empty box.
"Because, if you did come again - bringing them with you of course - I'd be able to give you some
more Turkish Delight. I can't do it now, the magic will only work once. In my own house it would
be another matter."
"Why can't we go to your house now?" said Edmund. When he had first got on to the sledge he had
been afraid that she might drive away with him to some unknown place from which he would not be
able to get back; but he had forgotten about that fear now.
"It is a lovely place, my house," said the Queen. "I am sure you would like it. There are whole
rooms full of Turkish Delight, and what's more, I have no children of my own. I want a nice boy
whom I could bring up as a Prince and who would be King of Narnia when I am gone. While he was
Prince he would wear a gold crown and eat Turkish Delight all day long; and you are much the
cleverest and handsomest young man I've ever met. I think I would like to make you the Prince -
some day, when you bring the others to visit me."
"Why not now?" said Edmund. His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He
did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say.
"Oh, but if I took you there now," said she, "I shouldn't see your brother and your sisters. I
very much want to know your charming relations. You are to be the Prince and - later on - the
King; that is understood. But you must have courtiers and nobles. I will make your brother a Duke
and your sisters Duchesses."
"There's nothing special about them," said Edmund, "and, anyway, I could always bring them some
other time."
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