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Edmund followed his siblings through the wardrobe to the other side. To Narnia. And now there was no mistaking it and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snow covered trees. Peter turned at once to Lucy. "I apologize for not believing you," he said, "I'm sorry. Will you shake hands?" "Of course," said Lucy, and did. "And now," said Susan, "what do we do next?" "Do?" said Peter. "Why, go and explore the wood, of course." "Ugh!" said Susan, stamping her feet. "It's pretty cold. What about putting on some of these coats?" "They're not ours," said Peter doubtfully. "I am sure nobody would mind," said Susan, "it isn't as if we wanted to take them out of the house; we shan't take them even out of the wardrobe." "I never thought of that, Su," said Peter. "Of course, now you put it that way, I see. No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe." They immediately carried out Susan's very sensible plan. The coats were rather too big for them so that they came down to their heels and looked more like royal robes than coats when they had put them on. But they all felt a good deal warmer and each thought the others looked better in their new get-up and more suitable to the landscape. "We can pretend we are Arctic explorers," said Lucy. "This is going to be exciting enough without pretending," said Peter, as he began leading the way forward into the forest. There were heavy darkish clouds overhead and it looked as if there might be more snow before night. "I say," began Edmund presently, "oughtn't we to be bearing a bit more to the left, that is, if we are aiming for the lamp-post?" He had forgotten for the moment that he must pretend never to have been in the wood before. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realized that he had given himself away. Everyone stopped; everyone stared at him. Peter whistled. "So you really were here," he said, "that time Lu said she'd met you in here - and you made out she was telling lies." There was a dead silence. "Well, of all the poisonous little beasts -" said Peter, and shrugged his shoulders and said no more. There seemed, indeed, no more to say, and presently the four resumed their journey; but Edmund was saying to himself, "I'll pay you all out for this, you pack of stuck-up, selfsatisfied prigs." "Where are we going anyway?" said Susan, chiefly for the sake of changing the subject. "I think Lu ought to be the leader," said Peter, "goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lu?" "What about going to see Mr Tumnus?" said Lucy. "He's the nice Faun I told you about." Everyone agreed to this and off they went walking briskly and stamping their feet. Lucy proved a good leader. At first she wondered whether she would be able to find the way, but she recognized an oddlooking tree on one place and a stump in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr Tumnus's cave. But there a terrible surprise awaited them. The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits. Inside, the cave was dark and cold and had the damp feel and smell of a place that had not been lived in for several days. Snow had drifted in from the doorway and was heaped on the floor, mixed with something black, which turned out to be the charred sticks and ashes from the fire. Someone had apparently flung it about the room and then stamped it out. The crockery lay smashed on the floor and the picture of the Faun's father had been slashed into shreds with a knife. "This is a pretty good wash-out," said Edmund, "not much good coming here." "What is this?" said Peter, stooping down. He had just noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor. "Is there anything written on it?" asked Susan. "Yes, I think there is," answered Peter, "but I can't read it in this light. Let's get out into the open air." They all went out in the daylight and crowded round Peter as he read out the following words: The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting his trial on a charge of High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc., also of comforting her said Majesty's enemies, harbouring spies and fraternizing with Humans. signed MAUGRIM, Captain of the Secret Police, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN The children stared at each other. "I don't know that I'm going to like this place after all," said Susan. "Who is this Queen, Lu?" said Peter. "Do you know anything about her?" "She isn't a real queen at all," answered Lucy, "she's a horrible witch, the White Witch. Everyone all the wood people - hate her. She has made an enchantment over the whole country so that it is always winter here and never Christmas." "I - 1 wonder if there's any point in going on," said Susan. "I mean, it doesn't seem particularly safe here and it looks as if it won't be much fun either. And it's getting colder every minute, and we've brought nothing to eat. What about just going home?" "Oh, but we can't, we can't," said Lucy suddenly, "don't you see? We can't just go home, not after this. It is all on my account that the poor Faun has got into this trouble. He hid me from the Witch and showed me the way back. That's what it means by comforting the Queen's enemies and fraternizing with Humans. We simply must try to rescue him." "A lot we could do! said Edmund, "when we haven't even got anything to eat!" "Shut up - you!" said Peter, who was still very angry with Edmund. "What do you think, Susan?" "I've a horrid feeling that Lu is right," said Susan. "I don't want to go a step further and I wish we'd never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr Whatever-his- name is - 1 mean the Faun." "That's what I feel too," said Peter. "I'm worried about having no food with us. I'd vote for going back and getting something from the larder, only there doesn't seem to be any certainty of getting into this country again when once you've got out of it. I think we'll have to go on." "So do I," said both the girls. "If only we knew where the poor chap was imprisoned!" said Peter. They were all still wondering what to do next, when Lucy said, "Look! There's a robin, with such a red breast. It's the first bird I've seen here. I say! - 1 wonder can birds talk in Narnia? It almost looks as if it wanted to say something to us." Then she turned to the Robin and said, "Please, can you tell us where Tumnus the Faun has been taken to?" As she said this she took a step towards the bird. It at once flew away but only as far as to the next tree. There it perched and looked at them very hard as if it understood all they had been saying. Almost without noticing that they had done so, the four children went a step or two nearer to it. At this the Robin flew away again to the next tree and once more looked at them very hard. (You couldn't have found a robin with a redder chest or a brighter eye.) "Do you know," said Lucy, "I really believe he means us to follow him." "I've an idea he does," said Susan. "What do you think, Peter?" "Well, we might as well try it," answered Peter. The Robin appeared to understand the matter thoroughly. It kept going from tree to tree, always a few yards ahead of them, but always so near that they could easily follow it. In this way it led them on, slightly downhill. Wherever the Robin alighted a little shower of snow would fall off the branch. Presently the clouds parted overhead and the winter sun came out and the snow all around them grew dazzlingly bright. They had been travelling in this way for about half an hour, with the two girls in front, when Edmund said to Peter, "if you're not still too high and mighty to talk to me, I've something to say which you'd better listen to." "What is it?" asked Peter. "Hush! Not so loud," said Edmund, "there's no good frightening the girls. But have you realized what we're doing?" "What?" said Peter, lowering his voice to a whisper. "We're following a guide we know nothing about. How do we know which side that bird is on? Why shouldn't it be leading us into a trap?" "That's a nasty idea. Still - a robin, you know. They're good birds in all the stories I've ever read. I'm sure a robin wouldn't be on the wrong side." "It if comes to that, which is the right side? How do we know that the Fauns are in the right and the Queen (yes, I know we've been told she's a witch) is in the wrong? We don't really know anything about either." "The Faun saved Lucy." "He said he did. But how do we know? And there's another thing too. Has anyone the least idea of the way home from here?" "Great Scott!" said Peter, "I hadn't thought of that." "And no chance of dinner either," said Edmund. A DAY WITH THE BEAVERS WHILE the two boys were whispering behind, both the girls suddenly cried "Oh!" and stopped. "The robin!" cried Lucy, "the robin. It's flown away." And so it had - right out of sight. "And now what are we to do?" said Edmund, giving Peter a look which was as much as to say "What did I tell you?" "Sh! Look!" said Susan. "What?" said Peter. "There's something moving among the trees over there to the left." They all stared as hard as they could, and no one felt very comfortable. "There it goes again," said Susan presently. "I saw it that time too," said Peter. "It's still there. It's just gone behind that big tree." "What is it?" asked Lucy, trying very hard not to sound nervous. "Whatever it is," said Peter, "it's dodging us. It's something that doesn't want to be seen." "Let's go home," said Susan. And then, though nobody said it out loud, everyone suddenly realized the same fact that Edmund had whispered to Peter at the end of the last chapter. They were lost. 'What's it like?" said Lucy. 'It's - it's a kind of animal," said Susan; and then, "Look! Look! Quick! There it is." They all saw it this time, a whiskered furry face which had looked out at them from behind a tree. But this time it didn't immediately draw back. Instead, the animal put its paw against its mouth just as humans put their finger on their lips when they are signalling to you to be quiet. Then it disappeared again. The children, all stood holding their breath. A moment later the stranger came out from behind the tree, glanced all round as if it were afraid someone was watching, said "Hush", made signs to them to join it in the thicker bit of wood where it was standing, and then once more disappeared. "I know what it is," said Peter, "it's a beaver. I saw the tail." "It wants us to go to it," said Susan, "and it is warning us not to make a noise." "I know," said Peter. "The question is, are we to go to it or not? What do you think, Lu?" "I think it's a nice beaver," said Lucy. "Yes, but how do we know?" said Edmund. "Shan't we have to risk it?" said Susan. "I mean, it's no good just standing here and I feel I want some dinner." At this moment the Beaver again popped its head out from behind the tree and beckoned earnestly to them. "Come on," said Peter,"let's give it a try. All keep close together. We ought to be a match for one beaver if it turns out to be an enemy." So the children all got close together and walked up to the tree and in behind it, and there, sure enough, they found the Beaver; but it still drew back, saying to them in a hoarse throaty whisper, "Further in, come further in. Right in here. We're not safe in the open!" Only when it had led them into a dark spot where four trees grew so close together that their boughs met and the brown earth and pine needles could be seen underfoot because no snow had been able to fall there, did it begin to talk to them. "Are you the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve?" it said. "We're some of them," said Peter. "S-s-s-sh!" said the Beaver, "not so loud please. We're not safe even here." "Why, who are you afraid of?" said Peter. "There's no one here but ourselves." "There are the trees," said the Beaver. "They're always listening. Most of them are on our side, but there are trees that would betray us to her; you know who I mean," and it nodded its head several times. "If it comes to talking about sides," said Edmund, "how do we know you're a friend?" "Not meaning to be rude, Mr Beaver," added Peter, "but you see, we're strangers." "Quite right, quite right," said the Beaver. "Here is my token." With these words it held up to them a little white object. They all looked at it in surprise, till suddenly Lucy said, "Oh, of course. It's my handkerchief- the one I gave to poor Mr Tumnus." "That's right," said the Beaver. "Poor fellow, he got wind of the arrest before it actually happened and handed this over to me. He said that if anything happened to him I must meet you here and take you on to -" Here the Beaver's voice sank into silence and it gave one or two very mysterious nods. Then signalling to the children to stand as close around it as they possibly could, so that their faces were actually tickled by its whiskers, it added in a low whisper - "They say Aslan is on the move - perhaps has already landed." And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don't understand but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning - either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer. "And what about Mr Tumnus," said Lucy, "where is he?" "S-s-s-sh," said the Beaver, "not here. I must bring you where we can have a real talk and also dinner." No one except Edmund felt any difficulty about trusting the beaver now, and everyone, including Edmund, was very glad to hear the word "dinner". They therefore all hurried along behind their new friend who led them at a surprisingly quick pace, and always in the thickest parts of the forest, for over an hour. Everyone was feeling very tired and very hungry when suddenly the trees began to get thinner in front of them and the ground to fall steeply downhill. A minute later they came out under the open sky (the sun was still shining) and found themselves looking down on a fine sight. They were standing on the edge of a steep, narrow valley at the bottom of which ran - at least it would have been running if it hadn't been frozen - a fairly large river. Just below them a dam had been built across this river, and when they saw it everyone suddenly remembered that of course beavers are always making dams and felt quite sure that Mr Beaver had made this one. They also noticed that he now had a sort of modest expression on his, face - the sort of look people have when you are visiting a garden they've made or reading a story they've written. So it was only common politeness when Susan said, "What a lovely dam!" And Mr Beaver didn't say "Hush" this time but "Merely a trifle! Merely a trifle! And it isn't really finished!" Above the dam there was what ought to have been a deep pool but was now, of course, a level floor of dark green ice. And below the dam, much lower down, was more ice, but instead of being smooth this was all frozen into the foamy and wavy shapes in which the water had been rushing along at the very moment when the frost came. And where the water had been trickling over and spurting through the dam there was now a glittering wall of icicles, as if the side of the dam had been covered all over with flowers and wreaths and festoons of the purest sugar. And out in the middle, and partly on top of the dam was a funny little house shaped rather like an enormous beehive and from a hole in the roof smoke was going up, so that when you saw it {especially if you were hungry) you at once thought of cooking and became hungrier than you were before. That was what the others chiefly noticed, but Edmund noticed something else. A little lower down the river there was another small river which came down another small valley to join it. And looking up that valley, Edmund could see two small hills, and he was almost sure they were the two hills which the White Witch had pointed out to him when he parted from her at the lamp-post that other day. And then between them, he thought, must be her palace, only a mile off or less. And he thought about the girly clothes, the nail varnish and about being a princess. ("And I wonder how Peter will like that?" he asked himself) and horrible ideas came into his head. "Here we are," said Mr Beaver, "and it looks as if Mrs Beaver is expecting us. I'll lead the way. But be careful and don't slip." The top of the dam was wide enough to walk on, though not (for humans) a very nice place to walk because it was covered with ice, and though the frozen pool was level with it on one side, there was a nasty drop to the lower river on the other. Along this route Mr Beaver led them in single file right out to the middle where they could look a long way up the river and a long way down it. And when they had reached the middle they were at the door of the house. "Here we are, Mrs Beaver," said Mr Beaver, "I've found them. Here are the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve'- and they all went in. The first thing Lucy noticed as she went in was a burring sound, and the first thing she saw was a kindlooking old she-beaver sitting in the corner with a thread in her mouth working busily at her sewing machine, and it was from it that the sound came. She stopped her work and got up as soon as the children came in. "So you've come at last!" she said, holding out both her wrinkled old paws. "At last! To think that ever I should live to see this day! The potatoes are on boiling and the kettle's singing and I daresay, Mr Beaver, you'll get us some fish." "That I will," said Mr Beaver, and he went out of the house (Peter went with him), and across the ice of the deep pool to where he had a little hole in the ice which he kept open every day with his hatchet. They took a pail with them. Mr Beaver sat down quietly at the edge of the hole (he didn't seem to mind it being so chilly), looked hard into it, then suddenly shot in his paw, and before you could say Jack Robinson had whisked out a beautiful trout. Then he did it all over again until they had a fine catch of fish. Meanwhile the girls were helping Mrs Beaver to fill the kettle and lay the table and cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and draw a huge jug of beer for Mr Beaver from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house, and to put on the frying-pan and get the dripping hot. Lucy thought the Beavers had a very snug little home though it was not at all like Mr Tumnus's cave. There were no books or pictures, and instead of beds there were bunks, like on board ship, built into the wall. And there were hams and strings of onions hanging from the roof, and against the walls were gum boots and oilskins and hatchets and pairs of shears and spades and trowels and things for carrying mortar in and fishing-rods and fishing-nets and sacks. And the cloth on the table, though very clean, was very rough. Just as the frying-pan was nicely hissing Peter and Mr Beaver came in with the fish which Mr Beaver had already opened with his knife and cleaned out in the open air. You can think how good the new-caught fish smelled while they were frying and how the hungry children longed for them to be done and how very much hungrier still they had become before Mr Beaver said, "Now we're nearly ready." Susan drained the potatoes and then put them all back in the empty pot to dry on the side of the range while Lucy was helping Mrs Beaver to dish up the trout, so that in a very few minutes everyone was drawing up their stools (it was all three-legged stools in the Beavers' house except for Mrs Beaver's own special rockingchair beside the fire) and preparing to enjoy themselves. There was a jug of creamy milk for the children (Mr Beaver stuck to beer) and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table from which everyone took as much as he wanted to go with his potatoes, and all the children thought - and I agree with them - that there's nothing to beat good freshwater fish if you eat it when it has been alive half an hour ago and has come out of the pan half a minute ago. And when they had finished the fish Mrs Beaver brought unexpectedly out of the oven a great and gloriously sticky marmalade roll, steaming hot, and at the same time moved the kettle on to the fire, so that when they had finished the marmalade roll the tea was made and ready to be poured out. And when each person had got his (or her) cup of tea, each person shoved back his (or her) stool so as to be able to lean against the wall and gave a long sigh of contentment. "And now," said Mr Beaver, pushing away his empty beer mug and pulling his cup of tea towards him, "if you'll just wait till I've got my pipe lit up and going nicely - why, now we can get to business. It's snowing again," he added, cocking his eye at the window. "That's all the better, because it means we shan't have any visitors; and if anyone should have been trying to follow you, why he won't find any tracks." WHAT HAPPENED AFTER DINNER "AND now," said Lucy, "do please tell us what's happened to Mr Tumnus." "Ah, that's bad," said Mr Beaver, shaking his head. "That's a very, very bad business. There's no doubt he was taken off by the police. I got that from a bird who saw it done." "But where's he been taken to?" asked Lucy. "Well, they were heading northwards when they were last seen and we all know what that means." "No, we don't," said Susan. Mr Beaver shook his head in a very gloomy fashion. "I'm afraid it means they were taking him to her House," he said. "But what'll they do to him, Mr Beaver?" gasped Lucy. "Well," said Mr Beaver, "you can't exactly say for sure. But there's not many taken in there that ever comes out again. Statues. All full of statues they say it is - in the courtyard and up the stairs and in the hall. People she's turned" - (he paused and shuddered) "turned into stone." "But, Mr Beaver," said Lucy, "can't we - 1 mean we must do something to save him. It's too dreadful and it's all on my account." "I don't doubt you'd save him if you could, dearie," said Mrs Beaver, "but you've no chance of getting into that House against her will and ever coming out alive." "Couldn't we have some stratagem?" said Peter. "I mean couldn't we dress up as something, or pretend to be - oh, pedlars or anything - or watch till she was gone out - or- oh, hang it all, there must be some way. This Faun saved my sister at his own risk, Mr Beaver. We can't just leave him to be - to be - to have that done to him." "It's no good, Son of Adam," said Mr Beaver, "no good your trying, of all people. But now that Aslan is on the move-" "Oh, yes! Tell us about Aslan!" said several voices at once; for once again that strange feeling - like the first signs of spring, like good news, had come over them. "Who is Aslan?" asked Susan. "Aslan?" said Mr Beaver. "Why, don't you know? He's the King. He's the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you understand. Never in my time or my father's time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia at this moment. He'll settle the White Queen all right. It is he, not you, that will save Mr Tumnus." "She won't turn him into stone too?" said Edmund. "Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say!" answered Mr Beaver with a great laugh. "Turn him into stone? If she can stand on her two feet and look him in the face it'll be the most she can do and more than I expect of her. No, no. He'll put all to rights as it says in an old rhyme in these parts: Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. You'll understand when you see him." "But shall we see him?" asked Susan. "Why, Daughter of Eve, that's what I brought you here for. I'm to lead you where you shall meet him," said Mr Beaver. "Is-is he a man?" asked Lucy. "Aslan a man!" said Mr Beaver sternly. "Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don't you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion - the Lion, the great Lion." "Ooh!" said Susan, "I'd thought he was a man. Is he - quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion." "That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly." "Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy. "Safe?" said Mr Beaver, "don't you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you." "I'm longing to see him," said Peter, "even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point." "That's right, Son of Adam," said Mr Beaver, bringing his paw down on the table with a crash that made all the cups and saucers rattle. "And so you shall. Word has been sent that you are to meet him, tomorrow if you can, at the Stone Table.' "Where's that?" said Lucy. "I'll show you," said Mr Beaver. "It's down the river, a good step from here. I'll take you to it!" "But meanwhile what about poor Mr Tumnus?" said Lucy. "The quickest way you can help him is by going to meet Aslan," said Mr Beaver, "once he's with us, then we can begin doing things. Not that we don't need you too. For that's another of the old rhymes: When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done. So things must be drawing near their end now he's come and you've come. We've heard of Aslan coming into these parts before - long ago, nobody can say when. But there's never been any of your race here before." "That's what I don't understand, Mr Beaver," said Peter, "I mean isn't the Witch herself human?" "She'd like us to believe it," said Mr Beaver, "and it's on that that she bases her claim to be Queen. But she's no Daughter of Eve. She comes of your father Adam's" - (here Mr Beaver bowed) "your father Adam's first wife, her they called Lilith. And she was one of the Jinn. That's what she comes from on one side. And on the other she comes of the giants. No, no, there isn't a drop of real human blood in the Witch." "That's why she's bad all through, Mr Beaver," said Mrs Beaver. "True enough, Mrs Beaver," replied he, "there may be two views about humans (meaning no offence to the present company). But there's no two views about things that look like humans and aren't." "I've known good Dwarfs," said Mrs Beaver. "So've I, now you come to speak of it," said her husband, "but precious few, and they were the ones least like men. But in general, take my advice, when you meet anything that's going to be human and isn't yet, or used to be human once and isn't now, or ought to be human and isn't, you keep your eyes on it and feel for your hatchet. And that's why the Witch is always on the lookout for any humans in Narnia. She's been watching for you this many a year, and if she knew there were four of you she'd be more dangerous still." "What's that to do with it?" asked Peter. "Because of another prophecy," said Mr Beaver. "Down at Cair Paravel - that's the castle on the sea coast down at the mouth of this river which ought to be the capital of the whole country if all was as it should be - down at Cair Paravel there are four thrones and it's a saying in Narnia time out of mind that when two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve sit in those four thrones, then it will be the end not only of the White Witch's reign but of her life, and that is why we had to be so cautious as we came along, for if she knew about you four, your lives wouldn't be worth a shake of my whiskers!" All the children had been attending so hard to what Mr Beaver was telling them that they had noticed nothing else for a long time. Then during the moment of silence that followed his last remark, Lucy suddenly said: "I say-where's Edmund?" There was a dreadful pause, and then everyone began asking "Who saw him last? How long has he been missing? Is he outside? and then all rushed to the door and looked out. The snow was falling thickly and steadily, the green ice of the pool had vanished under a thick white blanket, and from where the little house stood in the centre of the dam you could hardly see either bank. Out they went, plunging well over their ankles into the soft new snow, and went round the house in every direction. "Edmund! Edmund!" they called till they were hoarse. But the silently falling snow seemed to muffle their voices and there was not even an echo in answer. "How perfectly dreadful!" said Susan as they at last came back in despair. "Oh, how I wish we'd never come." "What on earth are we to do, Mr Beaver?" said Peter. "Do?" said Mr Beaver, who was already putting on his snow-boots, "do? We must be off at once. We haven't a moment to spare!" "We'd better divide into four search parties," said Peter, "and all go in different directions. Whoever finds him must come back here at once and-" "Search parties, Son of Adam?" said Mr Beaver, "what for?" "Why, to look for Edmund, of course!" "There's no point in looking for him," said Mr Beaver. "What do you mean?" said Susan. "He can't be far away yet. And we've got to find him. What do you mean when you say there's no use looking for him?" "The reason there's no use looking," said Mr Beaver, "is that we know already where he's gone!" Everyone stared in amazement. "Don't you understand?" said Mr Beaver. "He's gone to her, to the White Witch. He has betrayed us all." "Oh, surely-oh, really!" said Susan, "he can't have done that." "Can't he?" said Mr Beaver, looking very hard at the three children, and everything they wanted to say died on their lips, for each felt suddenly quite certain inside that this was exactly what Edmund had done. "But will he know the way?" said Peter. "Has he been in this country before?" asked Mr Beaver. "Has he ever been here alone?" "Yes," said Lucy, almost in a whisper. "I'm afraid he has." "And did he tell you what he'd done or who he'd met?" "Well, no, he didn't," said Lucy. "Then mark my words," said Mr Beaver, "he has already met the White Witch and joined her side, and been told where she lives. I didn't like to mention it before (he being your brother and all) but the moment I set eyes on that brother of yours I said to myself "Treacherous'. He had the look of one who has been with the Witch and eaten her food. You can always tell them if you've lived long in Narnia; something about their eyes." "All the same," said Peter in a rather choking sort of voice, "we'll still have to go and look for him. He is our brother after all, even if he is rather a little beast. And he's only a kid." "Go to the Witch's House?" said Mrs Beaver. "Don't you see that the only chance of saving either him or yourselves is to keep away from her?" "How do you mean?" said Lucy. "Why, all she wants is to get all four of you (she's thinking all the time of those four thrones at Cair Paravel). Once you were all four inside her House her job would be done - and there'd be four new statues in her collection before you'd had time to speak. But she'll keep him alive as long as he's the only one she's got, because she'll want to use him as a decoy; as bait to catch the rest of you with." "Oh, can no one help us?" wailed Lucy. "Only Aslan," said Mr Beaver, "we must go on and meet him. That's our only chance now." "It seems to me, my dears," said Mrs Beaver, "that it is very important to know just when he slipped away. How much he can tell her depends on how much he heard. For instance, had we started talking of Aslan before he left? If not, then we may do very well, for she won't know that Aslan has come to Narnia, or that we are meeting him, and will be quite off her guard as far as that is concerned." "I don't remember his being here when we were talking about Aslan -" began Peter, but Lucy interrupted him. "Oh yes, he was," she said miserably, "don't you remember, it was he who asked whether the Witch couldn't turn Aslan into stone too?" "So he did, by Jove," said Peter, "just the sort of thing he would say, too!" "Worse and worse," said Mr Beaver, "and the next thing is this. Was he still here when I told you that the place for meeting Aslan was the Stone Table?" And of course no one knew the answer to this question. "Because, if he was," continued Mr Beaver, "then she'll simply sledge down in that direction and get between us and the Stone Table and catch us on our way down. In fact we shall be cut off from Aslan. " "But that isn't what she'll do first," said Mrs Beaver, "not if I know her. The moment that Edmund tells her that we're all here she'll set out to catch us this very night, and if he's been gone about half an hour, she'll be here in about another twenty minutes." "You're right, Mrs Beaver," said her husband, "we must all get away from here. There's not a moment to lose." IN THE WITCH'S HOUSE AND now of course you want to know what had happened to Edmund. He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn't really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about the Queen turning him into a girl. And he had heard the conversation, and hadn't enjoyed it much either, because he kept on thinking that the others were taking no notice of him and trying to give him the cold shoulder. They weren't, but he imagined it. And then he had listened until Mr Beaver told them about Aslan and until he had heard the whole arrangement for meeting Aslan at the Stone Table. It was then that he began very quietly to edge himself under the curtain which hung over the door. For the mention of Aslan gave him a mysterious and horrible feeling just as it gave the others a mysterious and lovely feeling. Just as Mr Beaver had been repeating the rhyme about Adam's flesh and Adam's bone Edmund had been very quietly turning the doorhandle; and just before Mr Beaver had begun telling them that the White Witch wasn't really human at all but half a Jinn and half a giantess, Edmund had got outside into the snow and cautiously closed the door behind him. You mustn't think that even now Edmund was quite so bad that he actually wanted his brother and sisters to be turned into stone. He did want to be turned into a girl and to be a Princess and to pay Peter out for calling him a beast. As for what the Witch would do with the others, he didn't want her to be particularly nice to them - certainly not to put them on the same level as himself; but he managed to believe, or to pretend he believed, that she wouldn't do anything very bad to them, "Because," he said to himself, "all these people who say nasty things about her are her enemies and probably half of it isn't true. She was jolly nice to me, anyway, much nicer than they are. I expect she is the rightful Queen really. Anyway, she'll be better than that awful Aslan!" At least, that was the excuse he made in his own mind for what he was doing. It wasn't a very good excuse, however, for deep down inside him he really knew that the White Witch was bad and cruel. The first thing he realized when he got outside and found the snow falling all round him, was that he had left his coat behind in the Beavers' house. And of course there was no chance of going back to get it now. The next thing he realized was that the daylight was almost gone, for it had been nearly three o'clock when they sat down to dinner and the winter days were short. He hadn't reckoned on this; but he had to make the best of it. So he turned up his collar and shuffled across the top of the dam (luckily it wasn't so slippery since the snow had fallen) to the far side of the river. It was pretty bad when he reached the far side. It was growing darker every minute and what with that and the snowflakes swirling all round him he could hardly see three feet ahead. And then too there was no road. He kept slipping into deep drifts of snow, and skidding on frozen puddles, and tripping over fallen tree-trunks, and sliding down steep banks, and barking his shins against rocks, till he was wet and cold and bruised all over. The silence and the loneliness were dreadful. In fact I really think he might have given up the whole plan and gone back and owned up and made friends with the others, if he hadn't happened to say to himself, "When I'm King of Narnia the first thing I shall do will be to make some decent roads." And of course that set him off thinking about being a princess and all the other things he would do and this cheered him up a good deal. He had just settled in his mind what sort of palace he would have and how many cars and all about his private cinema and where the principal railways would run and what laws he would make against beavers and dams and was putting the finishing touches to some schemes for keeping Peter in his place, when the weather changed. First the snow stopped. Then a wind sprang up and it became freezing cold. Finally, the clouds rolled away and the moon came out. It was a full moon and, shining on all that snow, it made everything almost as bright as day - only the shadows were rather confusing. He would never have found his way if the moon hadn't come out by the time he got to the other river you remember he had seen (when they first arrived at the Beavers') a smaller river flowing into the great one lower down. He now reached this and turned to follow it up. But the little valley down which it came was much steeper and rockier than the one he had just left and much overgrown with bushes, so that he could not have managed it at all in the dark. Even as it was, he got wet through for he had to stoop under branches and great loads of snow came sliding off on to his back. And every time this happened he thought more and more how he hated Peter -just as if all this had been Peter's fault. But at last he came to a part where it was more level and the valley opened out. And there, on the other side of the river, quite close to him, in the middle of a little plain between two hills, he saw what must be the White Witch's House. And the moon was shining brighter than ever. The House was really a small castle. It seemed to be all towers; little towers with long pointed spires on them, sharp as needles. They looked like huge dunce's caps or sorcerer's caps. And they shone in the moonlight and their long shadows looked strange on the snow. Edmund began to be afraid of the House. But it was too late to think of turning back now. He crossed the river on the ice and walked up to the House. There was nothing stirring; not the slightest sound anywhere. Even his own feet made no noise on the deep newly fallen snow. He walked on and on, past corner after corner of the House, and past turret after turret to find the door. He had to go right round to the far side before he found it. It was a huge arch but the great iron gates stood wide open. Edmund crept up to the arch and looked inside into the courtyard, and there he saw a sight that nearly made his heart stop beating. Just inside the gate, with the moonlight shining on it, stood an enormous lion crouched as if it was ready to spring. And Edmund stood in the shadow of the arch, afraid to go on and afraid to go back, with his knees knocking together. He stood there so long that his teeth would have been chattering with cold even if they had not been chattering with fear. How long this really lasted I don't know, but it seemed to Edmund to last for hours. Then at last he began to wonder why the lion was standing so still - for it hadn't moved one inch since he first set eyes on it. Edmund now ventured a little nearer, still keeping in the shadow of the arch as much as he could. He now saw from the way the lion was standing that it couldn't have been looking at him at all. ("But supposing it turns its head?" thought Edmund.) In fact it was staring at something else namely a little: dwarf who stood with his back to it about four feet away. "Aha!" thought Edmund. "When it springs at the dwarf then will be my chance to escape." But still the lion never moved, nor did the dwarf. And now at last Edmund remembered what the others had said about the White Witch turning people into stone. Perhaps this was only a stone lion. And as soon as he had thought of that he noticed that the lion's back and the top of its head were covered with snow. Of course it must be only a statue! No living animal would have let itself get covered with snow. Then very slowly and with his heart beating as if it would burst, Edmund ventured to go up to the lion. Even now he hardly dared to touch it, but at last he put out his hand, very quickly, and did. It was cold stone. He had been frightened of a mere statue! The relief which Edmund felt was so great that in spite of the cold he suddenly got warm all over right down to his toes, and at the same time there came into his head what seemed a perfectly lovely idea. "Probably," he thought, "this is the great Lion Aslan that they were all talking about. She's caught him already and turned him into stone. So that's the end of all their fine ideas about him! Pooh! Who's afraid of Aslan?" And he stood there gloating over the stone lion, and presently he did something very silly and childish. He took a stump of lead pencil out of his pocket and scribbled a moustache on the lion's upper lip and then a pair of spectacles on its eyes. Then he said, "Yah! Silly old Aslan! How do you like being a stone? You thought yourself mighty fine, didn't you?" But in spite of the scribbles on it the face of the great stone beast still looked so terrible, and sad, and noble, staring up in the moonlight, that Edmund didn't really get any fun out of jeering at it. He turned away and began to cross the courtyard. As he got into the middle of it he saw that there were dozens of statues all about - standing here and there rather as the pieces stand on a chess-board when it is half-way through the game. There were stone satyrs, and stone wolves, and bears and foxes and cat-amountains of stone. There were lovely stone shapes that looked like women but who were really the spirits of trees. There was the great shape of a centaur and a winged horse and a long lithe creature that Edmund took to be a dragon. They all looked so strange standing there perfectly life-like and also perfectly still, in the bright cold moonlight, that it was eerie work crossing the courtyard. Right in the very middle stood a huge shape like a man, but as tall as a tree, with a fierce face and a shaggy beard and a great club in its right hand. Even though he knew that it was only a stone giant and not a live one, Edmund did not like going past it. He now saw that there was a dim light showing from a doorway on the far side of the courtyard. He went to it; there was a flight of stone steps going up to an open door. Edmund went up them. Across the threshold lay a great wolf. "It's all right, it's all right," he kept saying to himself, "it's only a stone wolf. It can't hurt me", and he raised his leg to step over it. Instantly the huge creature rose, with all the hair bristling along its back, opened a great, red mouth and said in a growling voice: "Who's there? Who's there? Stand still, stranger, and tell me who you are." "If you please, sir," said Edmund, trembling so that he could hardly speak, "my name is Edmund, and I'm the Son of Adam that Her Majesty met in the wood the other day and I've come to bring her the news that my brother and sisters are now in Narnia - quite close, in the Beavers' house. She - she wanted to see them." "I will tell Her Majesty," said the Wolf. "Meanwhile, stand still on the threshold, as you value your life." Then it vanished into the house. Edmund stood and waited, his fingers aching with cold and his heart pounding in his chest, and presently the grey wolf, Maugrim, the Chief of the Witch's Secret Police, came bounding back and said, "Come in! Come in! Fortunate favourite of the Queen - or else not so fortunate." And Edmund went in, taking great care not to tread on the Wolfs paws. He found himself in a long gloomy hall with many pillars, full, as the courtyard had been, of statues. The one nearest the door was a little faun with a very sad expression on its face, and Edmund couldn't help wondering if this might be Lucy's friend. The only light came from a single lamp and close beside this sat the White Witch. "I'm come, your Majesty," said Edmund, rushing eagerly forward. "How dare you fail me?" said the Witch in a terrible voice. "Did I not tell you to bring the others with you?" "Please, your Majesty," said Edmund, "I've done the best I can. I've brought them quite close. They're in the little house on top of the dam just up the riverwith Mr and Mrs Beaver." A slow cruel smile came over the Witch's face. "Is this all your news?" she asked. "No, your Majesty," said Edmund, and proceeded to tell her all he had heard before leaving the Beavers' house. "What! Aslan?" cried the Queen, "Aslan! Is this true? If I find you have lied to me -" "Please, I'm only repeating what they said," stammered Edmund. "Ok we must act fast", said the Queen. "Kneel before me. You will address me as mistress from now on". "Yes mistress", replied Edmund. "Now repeat after me", ordered the Queen. "I, Edmund son of Adam, give myself to the Queen of Narnia, of my own freewill to do with me as she wishes. She will turn me into her slave girl and I will be forced to serve her for all eternity". Edmund repeated the words. The Queen using her own long sharp nails, pricked her finger till it bled and instructed Edmund to drink her blood. This he did without hesitation. Edmund was then ordered to strip off completely till he was completely naked and told to lie down on a stone table in the middle of the room and close his eyes. He could feel the Queen hovering over him. She began rubbing her hands against his naked flesh. He felt a cold tingling sensation before passing out. He awoke to the voice of his mistress who sat him up."Your name is no longer Edmund. Your name is Evilissa. Repeat this for me my child". "Yes mistress. My name is no longer Edmund. My name is Evilissa.", Edmund/Evilissa replied. His voice sounded different. He had a girl's voice! Very soft, but a girls voice. He looked at himself in a mirror facing him. He was a girl. Well almost. He still had a penis, but the rest of him, well was all girl. He had long dark hair flowing to his tiny waste. His hips were wide, his bum was perky and he even had a pair of girl's breast that protruded out to a nice shape. C cup he thought. "I have turned you into a girl", said the Queen. "Well almost. You now resemble a female version of Edmund but I have let you keep his penis. Prove to me that you are worthy and I will turn you into a girl completely". "Yes mistress", replied Evilissa. The Queen asked Evilissa to hold out her hands which had long three inch nails, that were yet unpainted. She proceeded to paint them a deep dark red. Evilissa sat transfixed as her nails were painted. The Queen proceeded to paint her little toes the same colour and repeated this process, painting her nails and her toenails a further 12 times, whilst Evilissa sat feeling overwhelmed with excitement. She enjoyed this immensely. The Queen then applied a brush to her lips, painting her lips the same colour as her nails and deep dark eye shadow. Evilissa's penis throbbed. She felt like cumming and desperate to rub her willy. "Evilissa, whilst your nails dry repeat after me", ordered the Queen. "My name is Evilissa, I am a girl. I am the slave of the Queen of Narnia and will obey her every command. My only desire is to serve my mistress and my reward will be to be turned more and more into a pretty little girl. I worship my mistress and hate all others. I hate especially my brother and sisters who must be made to serve my mistress or be destroyed". Evilissa started repeated, hesitating the first time about hating his siblings. A sharp jolt of pain in his head soon got him to carry on repeating. For what seemed like the 1000th time of repeating the words, Evilissa was told to stop. A tiny red thong was rolled up her legs which barely covered her. Her penis spilled out. Then her mistress asked her to step into a rich amazing red dress. It was huge and flared out dropping all the way to floor. It was strapless with the bodice forming round her breasts, and was zipped at the back. The gown glittered and shimmered in the sparkle of the light. Finally the Queen revealed a pair of open toe sandals with an enormous 5 inch heels, made even steeper by the fact Evilissa had tiny feet so the shoes were small. Placing the sandals on her feet, Evilissa hobbled as she walked up and down the great hall she was in. The Queen insisted Evilissa keep walking until she was walking like a girl should. After what seemed an eternity and her feet aching severely after walking in such immense heels that arched her feet, the Queen was satisfied and bade Evilissa sit in a mini thrown next to hers with her arms folded neatly in her lap. "We are going to capture your siblings", said the Queen. "One by one and you will help me capture them." "Yes Mistress", replied Evilissa though in reality she was scared. The Queen brought forward a crystal ball and brought forward an image and showed it to Evilissa. She could see her sister Lucy wandering through a forest alone. She seemed to look sad. "She's looking for you", said the Queen. "Call out to her for help. She will hear you but hear Edmund's voice". "Lucy help me", said Evilissa. Lucy looked up. Edmund she thought. "I'll get the others, where are you?" asked Lucy. "No time", said Edmund. "Please hurry. Head toward the light". Lucy could see a light and ran towards it. In a flash things went bright. Lucy found herself in a large hall. Facing her was a very attractive blonde lady sitting on a thrown, with a gold crown on her head. This must be the witch, thought Lucy. Next to her startled her. It was a teenage girl, only she looked like Edmund. OMG! Thought Lucy. Edmund's a girl! "Where am I?" asked Lucy. "What do you want? What have you done with Edmund!" The Queen spoke "You see daughter of Eve. Your brother is no more. My slave girl Evilissa is what remains. You will too become my slave girl or suffer." "I will never serve you", replied Lucy. "Evilissa, take this mini wand I made for you, and point it at Lucy. She will suffer a jolt of immense pain. I order you to enjoy watching her suffer. Keep doing this until she agrees to become my slave". Evilissa took the small red wand that her mistress gave her. She shuddered as she heard Lucy scream in pain when she pointed it at her. She shuddered again when Lucy again screamed out the second time. The Queen looked displeased. "I told you to enjoy watching her suffer. Hold out your hands". Evilissa expected to be punished but to her surprise her mistress began painting her nails a deep red again. The same feeling of exhilaration passed through her. She didn't hesitate when ordered to waive the wand at Lucy and the scream didn't register as the Queen continued to apply a coat of red nail varnish every time she waived the want at Lucy. After the thirtieth coat of nail varnish, Evilissa began to enjoy using her wand on Lucy. The Queen stopped applying more coats but Evilissa carried on torturing his sister. Evilissa suggested they strip Lucy naked and went closer, focusing on Lucy's girly bits knowing that they were more sensitive. Eventually Lucy begged to stop and gave herself to the Queen, drinking some of her blood just like Edmund did. Lucy's transformation was remarkable, thought Evilissa. She'd always considered Lucy to be pretty and girly, but as he watched her hair grow and nails grow, and her body become well thinner, Lucy became a very attractive child. The Queen painted Lucy's nails a bright pink and dressed her in a pink ball gown and pink high heels. The heels were just as high as Evilissa's but Lucy had no trouble walking in them as Evilissa had. "Your name is no longer Lucy", said the Queen. "You are now Lucifia". "Yes mistress", replied Lucifia. The Queen handed her a small red want. "You must cause pain and suffering with this wand and fight for my cause". "Yes mistress". Lucifia took the wand and immediately aimed the wand at Evilissa. Evilissa screamed in pain. "That's for all the pain you caused me", said Lucifia. "Now get out of my thrown, I am the princess of Narnia and will sit by my mistress. Evilissa didn't hesitate and got off the thrown. What used to be Lucy was a very evil little girl. Lucifia then ordered her to strip. "YOU'RE NOT EVEN A REAL GIRL", yelled Lucifia. "Mistress, she's not a real girl." said Lucifia. "Please can I have her as my pet". "Certainly my dear", replied the Queen. "Evilissa, you are your sister's pet. You will obey her second only to me". "Yes mistress", replied Evilissa defeated. Evilissa was then dressed in a red baby doll and red knee high boots that had wicked six inch spiked heels. "You will sit by my feet pet", ordered Lucifia. Evilissa sat obediently. "I have an itch pet on my feet", said Lucifia. "Kindly get this for me but use your tongue" Evilissa obeyed, and began licking his sister's feet. "Ooh that's better", replied Lucifia. "All this itching has made me want to wee. I can't see a loo anywhere. Ok pet, lie on the floor whilst I sit on your face". Evilissa did as she was told whilst Lucifia climbed on her and sat on her face. She was ordered to open her mouth and drink whilst her sister peed. "Now dry me off", ordered Lucifia. "With your tongue. And be grateful I don't need to poo". Evilissa obeyed and licked her sister's fanny dry. "Ooh that feels good", said Lucifia. "CHIDREN!" yelled the Queen. "Come quick!. We have guests". Lucifia got off her sister and stood up. Evilissa wiped her mouth and also stood up. Entering the room they could see a large lion followed by their brother Peter and sister Susan. "Aslan", said the Queen. "Welcome to my chambers. Have you thought about my offer?" "What offer", all 4 children said in unison. "Well", replied the Queen. "Aslan has decided to sacrifice himself to save you all. I will release Edmund and Lucy and then all four of you are free to go home." "No!!" yelled Peter. "It has to be this way", replied Aslan. "And yes do it and release the children". The Queen laughed, pointed her wand at Aslan and turned him to stone. "I release you both from my spell", said the Queen, pointing her wand at Edmund and Lucy who both returned back to their normal states. "I'm so sorry what I did to you Edmund", said Lucy. Edmund started to cry. Not because of what happened before, but because he was no longer a girl. Suddenly the statue that was Aslan started to crack open and Aslan emerged. "You forgot one thing witch!" exclaimed Aslan. "You see there's a deeper magic when someone sacrifices themselves to save another, then the process of stoning is reversed. Lucy aim your wand at her and imagine her being banished to the phantom zone". Lucy did as Aslan instructed. A black hole opened up behind the Queen and began to draw her in. Edmund looked at and run towards the Queen as the black hole dragged them both in the phantom zone. "No!" screamed Edmund's siblings. Aslan spoke "The Queen had a strong hold over Edmund that I'm sorry to say I couldn't break. However we will get him back, I promise you". "I'm very sorry Aslan", replied Peter. "But who is Edmund"? Aslan looked at Peter and his sisters. There were now just three. There should be four, thought Aslan. IN THE PHANTOM ZONE Edmund awoke seeing the Queen hovering over him. She was no longer wearing white but dressed in black. They seemed to be back inside the Queen's castle. "Where are we?" he asked. "We're in the phantom zone, but I've made this area look like my castle so we feel more at home", replied the Queen. "You will see I am wearing black. Well I am now the dark Queen. I will find us a way back to Narnia and I will cover the world in darkness. Well well Edmund it seems you are worthy to serve me". Edmund nodded. "However I don't want a slave, I want a daughter." said the Queen. "You were born a boy, a son of Adam so you could never be my daughter". Edmund frowned. "Please I'll do anything." "Well there is one thing", replied the Queen. "You can become unborn and born again. Everything that was Edmund, will be no more and you will be born again as my daughter. Edmund will cease to have ever existed, all trace of him gone, all memory of him gone forever." "Please mistress" begged Edmund. "Please make this happen". "Ok, but I will raise you as I see fit. You will be my little girl, my daughter. I will raise you to be cruel, and evil. I will twist your soul and corrupt your mind. You will be totally evil and above all obedient to me. You will cease to be a son of Adam but MY daughter. Do you accept?" "Yes mistress I accept", came the reply. The Queen began to chant and touched her wand onto Edmund's head. In a flash, Edmund was gone. The dark queen stroked a her long black painted nails against her belly. She was pregnant and soon would give birth to a daughter that would help her rule Narnia forever. READ MORE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THE FINAL CHAPTER - CHAPTER 4 COMING SOON