ANDnowofcourseyouwanttoknowwhathadhappenedtoEdmund.Hehadeatenhisshareofthedinner,buthehadn’treallyenjoyeditbecausehewasthinkingallthetimeaboutTurkishDelight-andthere’snothingthatspoilsthetasteofgoodordinaryfoodhalfsomuchasthememoryofbadmagicfood.Andhehadheardtheconversation,andhadn’tenjoyeditmucheither,becausehekeptonthinkingthattheothersweretakingnonoticeofhimandtryingtogivehimthecoldshoulder.Theyweren’t,butheimaginedit.AndthenhehadlisteneduntilMr。BeavertoldthemaboutAslananduntilhehadheardthewholearrangementformeetingAslanattheStoneTable.Itwasthenthathebeganveryquietlytoedgehimselfunderthecurtainwhichhungoverthedoor。ForthementionofAslangavehimamysteriousandhorriblefeelingjustasitgavetheothersamysteriousandlovelyfeeling.
JustasMr。BeaverhadbeenrepeatingtherhymeaboutAdam’sfleshandAdam’sboneEdmundhadbeenveryquietlyturningthe
doorhandle;andjustbeforeMr。BeaverhadbeguntellingthemthattheWhiteWitchwasn’treallyhumanatallbuthalfaJinnandhalfagiantess,Edmundhadgotoutsideintothesnowandcautiouslyclosedthedoorbehindhim.
Youmustn’tthinkthatevennowEdmundwasquitesobadthatheactuallywantedhisbrotherandsisterstobeturnedintostone.HedidwantTurkishDelightandtobeaPrince(andlateraKing)andtopayPeteroutforcallinghimabeast.AsforwhattheWitchwoulddowiththeothers,hedidn’twanthertobeparticularlynicetothem-certainlynottoputthemonthesamelevelashimself;buthemanagedtobelieve,ortopretendhebelieved,thatshewouldn’tdoanythingverybadtothem,“Because,”hesaidtohimself,“allthesepeoplewhosaynastythingsaboutherareherenemiesandprobablyhalfofitisn’ttrue.Shewasjollynicetome,anyway,muchnicerthantheyare.IexpectsheistherightfulQueenreally.Anyway,she’llbebetterthanthatawfulAslan!”Atleast,thatwastheexcusehemadeinhisownmindforwhathewasdoing.Itwasn’taverygoodexcuse,however,fordeepdowninsidehimhereallyknewthattheWhiteWitchwasbadandcruel.
Thefirstthingherealizedwhenhegotoutsideandfoundthesnowfallingallroundhim,wasthathehadlefthiscoatbehindintheBeavers’house.Andofcoursetherewasnochanceofgoingbacktogetitnow.Thenextthingherealizedwasthatthedaylightwasalmostgone,forithadbeennearlythreeo’clockwhentheysatdowntodinnerandthewinterdayswereshort.Hehadn’treckonedonthis;buthehadtomakethebestofit.Soheturneduphiscollarandshuffledacrossthetopofthedam(luckilyitwasn’tsoslipperysincethesnowhadfallen)tothefarsideoftheriver.
Itwasprettybadwhenhereachedthefarside.Itwasgrowingdarkereveryminuteandwhatwiththatandthesnowflakesswirlingallroundhimhecouldhardlyseethreefeetahead.Andthentootherewasnoroad.Hekeptslippingintodeepdriftsofsnow,andskiddingonfrozenpuddles,andtrippingoverfallentree-trunks,andslidingdownsteepbanks,andbarkinghisshinsagainstrocks,tillhewaswetandcoldandbruisedallover.Thesilenceandthelonelinessweredreadful.InfactIreallythinkhemighthavegivenupthewholeplanandgonebackandownedupandmadefriendswiththeothers,ifhehadn’thappenedtosaytohimself,“WhenI’mKingofNarniathefirstthingIshalldowillbetomakesomedecentroads.”AndofcoursethatsethimoffthinkingaboutbeingaKingandalltheotherthingshewoulddoandthischeeredhimupagooddeal.HehadjustsettledinhismindwhatsortofpalacehewouldhaveandhowmanycarsandallabouthisprivatecinemaandwheretheprincipalrailwayswouldrunandwhatlawshewouldmakeagainstbeaversanddamsandwasputtingthefinishingtouchestosomeschemesforkeepingPeterinhisplace,whentheweatherchanged.Firstthesnowstopped。Thenawindsprangupanditbecamefreezingcold.Finally,thecloudsrolledawayandthemooncameout.Itwasafullmoonand,shiningonallthatsnow,itmadeeverythingalmostasbrightasday-onlytheshadowswereratherconfusing.
Hewouldneverhavefoundhiswayifthemoonhadn’tcomeoutbythetimehegottotheotherriveryourememberhehadseen(whentheyfirstarrivedattheBeavers。)asmallerriverflowingintothegreatonelowerdown.Henowreachedthisandturnedtofollowitup.Butthelittlevalleydownwhichitcamewasmuchsteeperandrockerthantheonehehadjustleftandmuchovergrownwithbushes,sothathecouldnothavemanageditatallinthedark.Evenasitwas,hegotwetthroughforhehadtostoopunderbranchesandgreatloadsofsnowcameslidingoffontohisback.AndeverytimethishappenedhethoughtmoreandmorehowhehatedPeter-justasifallthishadbeenPeter’sfault.
Butatlasthecametoapartwhereitwasmorelevelandthevalleyopenedout.Andthere,ontheothersideoftheriver,quiteclosetohim,inthemiddleofalittleplainbetweentwohills,hesawwhatmustbetheWhiteWitch’sHouse.Andthemoonwasshiningbrighterthanever.TheHousewasreallyasmallcastle.Itseemedtobealltowers;littletowerswithlongpointedspiresonthem,sharpasneedles.Theylookedlikehugedunce’scapsorsorcerer’scaps.Andtheyshoneinthemoonlightandtheirlongshadowslookedstrangeonthesnow.EdmundbegantobeafraidoftheHouse.
Butitwastoolatetothinkofturningbacknow.HecrossedtheriverontheiceandwalkeduptotheHouse.Therewasnothingstirring;nottheslightestsoundanywhere.Evenhisownfeetmadenonoiseonthedeepnewlyfallensnow.Hewalkedonandon,pastcorneraftercorneroftheHouse,andpastturretafterturrettofindthedoor.Hehadtogorightroundtothefarsidebeforehefoundit.Itwasahugearchbutthegreatirongatesstoodwideopen.
Edmundcreptuptothearchandlookedinsideintothecourtyard,andtherehesawasightthatnearlymadehisheartstopbeating.Justinsidethegate,withthemoonlightshiningonit,stoodanenormouslioncrouchedasifitwasreadytospring.AndEdmundstoodintheshadowofthearch,afraidtogoonandafraidtogoback,withhiskneesknockingtogether.Hestoodtheresolongthathisteethwouldhavebeenchatteringwithcoldeveniftheyhadnotbeenchatteringwithfear.HowlongthisreallylastedIdon’tknow,butitseemedtoEdmundtolastforhours.
Thenatlasthebegantowonderwhythelionwasstandingsostill-forithadn’tmovedoneinchsincehefirstseteyesonit.Edmundnowventuredalittlenearer,stillkeepingintheshadowofthearchasmuchashecould.Henowsawfromthewaythelionwasstandingthatitcouldn’thavebeenlookingathimatall。(“Butsupposingitturnsitshead?”thoughtEdmund.)Infactitwasstaringatsomethingelse—namelyalittle:dwarfwhostoodwithhisbacktoitaboutfourfeetaway.“Aha!”thoughtEdmund。“Whenitspringsatthedwarfthenwillbemychancetoescape。”Butstillthelionnevermoved,nordidthedwarf.AndnowatlastEdmundrememberedwhattheothershadsaidabouttheWhiteWitchturningpeopleintostone.Perhapsthiswasonlyastonelion。Andassoonashehadthoughtofthathenoticedthatthelion’sbackandthetopofitsheadwerecoveredwithsnow.Ofcourseitmustbeonlyastatue!Nolivinganimalwouldhaveletitselfgetcoveredwithsnow.Thenveryslowlyandwithhisheartbeatingasifitwouldburst,Edmundventuredtogouptothelion.Evennowhehardlydaredtotouchit,butatlastheputouthishand,veryquickly,anddid.Itwascoldstone.Hehadbeenfrightenedofamerestatue!
ThereliefwhichEdmundfeltwassogreatthatinspiteofthecoldhesuddenlygotwarmalloverrightdowntohistoes,andatthesametimetherecameintohisheadwhatseemedaperfectlylovelyidea.“Probably,”hethought,“thisisthegreatLionAslanthattheywerealltalkingabout.She’scaughthimalreadyandturnedhimintostone.Sothat’stheendofalltheirfineideasabouthim!Pooh!Who’safraidofAslan?”
Andhestoodtheregloatingoverthestonelion,andpresentlyhedidsomethingverysillyandchildish.Hetookastumpofleadpenciloutofhispocketandscribbledamoustacheonthelion’supperlipandthenapairofspectaclesonitseyes.Thenhesaid,“Yah!SillyoldAslan!Howdoyoulikebeingastone?Youthoughtyourselfmightyfine,didn’tyou?”Butinspiteofthescribblesonitthefaceofthegreatstonebeaststilllookedsoterrible,andsad,andnoble,staringupinthemoonlight,thatEdmunddidn’treallygetanyfunoutofjeeringatit.Heturnedawayandbegantocrossthecourtyard.
Ashegotintothemiddleofithesawthatthereweredozensofstatuesallabout-standinghereandthereratherasthepiecesstandonachess-boardwhenitishalf-waythroughthegame.Therewerestonesatyrs,andstonewolves,andbearsandfoxesandcat-mountainsofstone.Therewerelovelystoneshapesthatlookedlikewomenbutwhowerereallythespiritsoftrees.TherewasthegreatshapeofacentaurandawingedhorseandalonglithecreaturethatEdmundtooktobeadragon.Theyalllookedsostrangestandingthereperfectlylife-likeandalsoperfectlystill,inthebrightcoldmoonlight,thatitwaseerieworkcrossingthecourtyard。Rightintheverymiddlestoodahugeshapelikeaman,butastallasatree,withafiercefaceandashaggybeardandagreatclubinitsrighthand.Eventhoughheknewthatitwasonlyastonegiantandnotaliveone,Edmunddidnotlikegoingpastit.
Henowsawthattherewasadimlightshowingfromadoorwayonthefarsideofthecourtyard.Hewenttoit;therewasaflightofstonestepsgoinguptoanopendoor.Edmundwentupthem.Acrossthethresholdlayagreatwolf.
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