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ANDnowofcourseyouwanttoknoeoEdmuenhisshareofthedihehadn'treallyebecausehewasthinkiimeaboutTurkishDelight—andthere'snothingthatspoilsthetasteofgoodordinaryfoodhalfsomuchasthememoryofbadmagidhehadheardtheversation，andhadmucheither，becausehekeptonthinkingthatthenonotiandtryihecoldshoulder.Theyweren't，butheimagi.AeilMr.BeavertoldthemaboutAslananduntilhehadheardthewhemeingAslaable.Itwasthenthathebegalytoedgehimselfuainwhigoverthedoor.ForthementionofAslangavehimamysteriousandhorriblefeelingjustasitgavetheothersamysteriousandlovelyfeeling.
JustasMr.BeaverhadbeeherhymeaboutAdam'sfleshandAdam'sboneEdmundhadbeelyturningthedoorhabeforeMr.Beaverhadbeguhemthattheasn'treallyhumanatallbuthalfaJinnandhalfagiantess，Edmundhadgotoutsideintothesnowandcautiouslyclosedthedoorbehindhi
Youmustn'tthinkthatevennowEdmundwasquitesobadthatheactuallywantedhisbrotheraobeturoTurkishDelightandtobeaPrieraKing）andtopayPeterhimabeast.Asforoulddowiththeothers，hedidn'twaobepartii—lynottoputthemonthesamelevelashimself;buthemaobelieve，ortopretehatshewouldn'tdoaothem，“Because，”
hesaidtohimself，“allthesepeoplewhosaynastythingsaboutherareherenemiesandprobablyhalfofitisn'ttrue.Shewasjollyome，anyway，muitheyare.IexpectsheistherightfulQueenreally.Anyway，she'llbebetterthanthatawfulAslawastheexcusehemadeinhisownmindforwhathewasdoing.Itwasn'taverygoodexcuse，however，fordeepdowninsidehimhereallykheasbadandcruel.
&hingherealizedwhesideandfoundthesnowfallingallroundhim，wasthathehadlefthisdintheBeavers'house.Andofcoursetherewasnogbacktogetithingherealizedwasthatthedaylightwasalmostgohadbeehreeo'theysatdowhewinterdayswereshort.Hehadn'trethis;buthehadtomakethebestofit.Soheturneduphisdshuffledacrossthetopofthedam（luckilyitwasn'tsoslipperysihesnowhadfallen）tothefarsideoftheriver.
Itrettybadwhehefarside.Itwasgrowingdarkereverymiwiththatandthesnowflakesswirlingallroundhimhecouldhardlyseethreefeetahead.Aheretslippisofsnow，andskiddingonfrozerippingoverfallerunks，andslidingdownsteepbanks，andbarkinghisshinsagainstrocks，tillhewaswetanddbruisedallover.Thesilehelonelinessweredreadful.InfactIreallythihavegivenupthewholeplanandgonebaedupandmadefriendswiththeothers，ifhehadn'thappeosaytohimself，“WhenI'mKingofhingIshalldowillbetomakesomedetroads.”
AndofcoursethatsethimoffthinkingaboutbeingaKingahingshewoulddoandthischeeredhimupagooddeal.HehadjustsettledinhismindwhatsortofpalacehewouldhaveandhowmanydallabouthisprivatedwheretheprincipalrailwayswouldrunandouldmakeagainstbeaversanddamsanduttingthefinishiosomeschemesfPeterinhisplatheweatherged.Firsttheshenaanditbecamefreezingally，thecloudsrolledawayandthemoowasafullmoonand，shiningonallthatsnow，itmadeeverythingalmhtasday—onlytheshadowswereratherg.
Hewouldneverhavefoundhiswayifthemoonhadn'teoutbythetimehegottotheotherriver—yourememberhehadseeheyfirstarrivedattheBeavers'）asmallerriverflowingioneloreachedthisaofollowitup.Butthelittlevalleydownwhichitcamewasmuchsteeperaheoleftandmuchrownwithbushes，sothatheaallinthedark.Evenasitwas，heghforhehadtostoopunderbrandgreatloadsofsnowcameslidingoffontohisbadeverytimethishappemoreandmorehoeter—justasifallthishadbeeer'sfault.
Butatlasthecametoapartwhereitwasmorelevelandthevalleyope.Aheothersideoftheriver，quite，inthemiddleofalittleplaiwohills，hesawwhatmustbetheWhiteWitch'sHouse.AndthemoonwasshinihaheHousewasreallyasmallcastle.Itseemedtobealltowers;littletowerswithlongpoihem，sharpasheylookedlikehugedunce'scapsorsorcerer'sdtheyshohemoonlightandtheirlongshadowsleonthesnow.EdmuobeafraidoftheHouse.
Butitwastoolatetothinkbaow.
HecrossedtheriverontheidtotheHouse.Therewasnothingstirring;estsoundanywhere.Evenhisowmadehedeepnewlyfallensnow.Hewalkedonandon，pasteraftereroftheHouse，andpastturretafterturrettofindthedoor.Hehadthtroundtothefarsidebeforehefoundit.Itwasahugearchbutthegreatirooodwideopen.
Edmuotheardlookedihecourtyard，andtherehesawasightthatnearlymadehisheartstopbeating.Justie，withthemoonlightshiningonit，stoodanenormouslioncrouchedasifitrioodintheshadowofthearch，afraidtogooback，withhiskneesknogtogether.Hestthathisteethwouldhavebeehiftheyhaderingwithfear.HowloedIdon'tknow，butitseemedtoEdmundtolastforhours.
&hebegahelionwasstandingsostill—forithadn'tmovedoneiseteyesonit.Edmuuredalittleillkeepingintheshadowofthearchasmuchashecould.Henowsawfromthewaythelionwasstandingthatit'thavebeenlookingathimatall.（“ButsupposingitturhoughtEdmund.）Infactitwasstarihingelse—ledwarfwhostoodwithhisbacktoitaboutfourfeetaway.“Aha!”
thoughtEdmusprihenwillbemycetoescape.”
Butstillthelionnevermoved，nordidthedwarf.AndnowatlastEdmutheothershadsaidabouttheWhiteWitgpeopleintostohiswasonlyastonelion.Andassoohoughtofthathehelion'sbadthetopofitsheadwerecoveredwithsnow.Ofustbeonlyastatue!Nolivinganimalwouldhaveletitselfgetcoveredwithsnow.Thenveryslowlyandwithhisheartbeatingasifitwouldburst，Edmuogouptothelion.Evennowhehardlydaredtotouchit，butatlastheputouthishand，veryquiddid.Itwase.Hehadbeenfrightenedofamerestatue!
Thereliefwhidfeltwassogreatthatihecoldhesuddenlygotwarmallhtdowntohistoes，aimetheretohisheadwhatseemedaperfectlylovelyidea.“Probably，”
hethought，“thisisthegreatLionAslanthattheywerealltalkingabout.She'scaughthimalreadyaosto'stheendofalltheirfihim!Pooh!Who'safraidofAslan?”
Aheregloationeliolyhedidsomethingverysillyandchildish.Hetookastumpofleadpenciloutofhispodscribbledamoustathelion'supperlipandthenapairofspeitseyes.Thenhesaid，“Yah!SillyoldAslan!Howdoyoulikebeihhtyfine，didn'tyou?”
Butihescribblesonitthefaceofthegreatstoilllookedsoterrible，andsad，aaringupinthemoonlight，thatEdmunddidn&#etanyfunoutatit.Heturnedawayaocrossthecourtyard.
&othemiddleofithesawthatthereweredozensofstatuesallabout—stahereratherasthepiedonachessboardwhenitishalfwaythroughthegame.Therewerestoyrs，andstonewolves，andbearsa-amountainsofstoherewerelovelystolookedlikewomenbutwhowerereallythespiritsoftrees.TherewasthegreatshapeofadawingedhorseandalourethatEdmundtookton.Theyalllookedsestandilylife-likealystill，ioonlight，thatitwaseeriewthechtintheverymiddlestoodahugeshapelikeaman，butastallasatree，withafierdashaggybeardaitsrighthahoughhekwasonlyastoandnotaliveone，Edmunddidnotlikegoingpastit.
Henowsawthattherewasadimlightshowingfromadoorwayonthefarsideofthecourtyard.Hewenttoit，therewasaflightofstoepsgoinguptoanopendoor.EdmuheAcrossthethresholdlayagreatwolf.
“It'sallright，it'sallright，”
hekeptsayingtohimself;“it'sonlyasto'thurtme，”
andheraisedhislegtostepoverit.Instantlythehugecreaturerose，withallthehairbristlingalongitsbaedagreat，redmouthandsaidinagrowlingvoice:“Who'sthere?Who'sthere?Standstill，straellme>
“Ifyouplease，sir，”
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