The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Page #2

Lucy.

Where are you?

Boo!

Lucy.

Hope you're not afraid of the dark.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy!

Lucy.

Where are you?

Lucy.

I think I believe you now.

Lucy.

Lucy?

- Leave me alone!

- What is it now, Ginarrbrik?

Make him let me go!

I didn't do anything wrong!

How dare you address

the Queen of Narnia?

I didn't know!

- You will know her better hereafter!

- Wait!

What is your name, Son of Adam?

Uh, Edmund.

And how, Edmund,

did you come to enter my dominion?

I'm not sure.

I was just following my sister.

- Your sister? How many are you?

- Four.

Lucy's the only one

that's been here before.

She said she met some faun

called Tumnus.

Peter and Susan didn't believe her.

I didn't either.

Edmund, you look so cold.

Will you come and sit with me?

Now, how about something hot to drink?

Yes, please, Your Majesty.

Your drink, sire.

How did you do that?

I can make anything you like.

Can you make me taller?

Anything you'd like to eat.

Turkish delight?

Edmund?

I would very much like to meet

the rest of your family.

Why?

They're nothing special.

Oh, I'm sure they're not nearly

as delightful as you are.

But you see, Edmund,

I have no children of my own.

And you are exactly the sort of boy

who I could see, one day,

becoming Prince of Narnia.

Maybe even King.

Really?

Of course, you'd have

to bring your family.

Oh.

Do you mean,

Peter would be king too?

No! No, no.

But a king needs servants.

I guess I could bring 'em.

Beyond these woods,

you see those two hills?

My house is right between them.

You'd love it there, Edmund.

It has whole rooms

simply stuffed with Turkish delight.

- Couldn't I have some more now?

- No!

Don't want to ruin your appetite.

Besides, you and I are going to be

seeing each other again very soon.

I hope so, Your Majesty.

Until then, dear one.

Mmm, I'm gonna miss you.

Edmund?

Oh, Edmund! You got in too!

Isn't it wonderful?

- Where have you been?

- With Mr. Tumnus. He's fine.

The White Witch hasn't found out

anything about him meeting me.

The White Witch?

She calls herself the Queen of Narnia,

but she really isn't.

Are you all right? You look awful.

Well, what'd you expect?

I mean, it's freezing.

- How do we get out of here?

- Come on.

This way.

Peter, Peter, wake up!

Peter, wake up!

- It's there! It's really there!

- Shh.

- Lucy, what are you talking about?

- Narnia!

It's all in the wardrobe

like I told you!

- You've just been dreaming, Lucy.

- But I haven't!

I saw Mr. Tumnus again!

And this time Edmund went too.

You... You saw the faun?

Well, he didn't actually

go there with me.

He...

What were you doing, Edmund?

I was just playing along.

I'm sorry, Peter.

I shouldn't have encouraged her,

but you know what little children

are like these days.

They just don't know

when to stop pretending.

You children are one shenanigan

shy of sleepin' in the stable!

Professor. I'm sorry. I told them

you were not to be disturbed.

It's all right, Mrs. Macready.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

But first of all, I think this one

is in need of a little hot chocolate.

Come along, dear.

You seem to have upset the delicate

internal balance of my housekeeper.

We're very sorry, sir.

It won't happen again.

It's our sister, sir. Lucy.

- The weeping girl.

- Yes, sir.

- She's upset.

- Hence the weeping.

It's nothing.

- We can handle it.

- Oh, I can see that.

She thinks she's found a magical land.

In the upstairs wardrobe.

What did you say?

Um, the wardrobe, upstairs.

Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside.

She won't stop going on about it.

- What was it like?

- Like talking to a lunatic.

No, no, no, not her.

The forest.

- You're not saying you believe her?

- You don't?

But of course not.

I mean, logically, it's impossible.

What do they teach in schools

these days?

Edmund said they were only pretending.

He's usually the more

truthful one, is he?

No. This would be the first time.

Well, if she's not mad

and she's not lying,

then logically we must assume

she's telling the truth.

You're saying that we

should just believe her?

She's your sister, isn't she?

You're her family.

You might just try acting like one.

Peter winds up,

poised to take yet another wicket!

Whoops! Wake up, Dolly Daydream.

Why can't we play hide and seek again?

I thought you said it was a kid's game.

Besides, we could all use the fresh air.

It's not like there isn't air inside.

- Are you ready?

- Are you?

- Well done, Ed.

- You bowled it!

- What on earth is goin' on?

- The Macready!

Come on!

No, no, back, back, back!

- Come on!

- Oh, you've got to be joking.

Get back!

- My toe!

- I'm not on your toe!

- Move back.

- Will you stop shoving?

lmpossible.

Don't worry.

I'm sure it's just your imagination.

I don't suppose

saying we're sorry

- would quite cover it.

- No. It wouldn't.

- But that might!

- Oh!

Ow!

Stop it!

You little liar.

- You didn't believe her, either.

- Apologize to Lucy.

- Say you're sorry.

- All right! I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Some children just don't know

when to stop pretending.

Oh, very funny.

Maybe we should go back.

But shouldn't we at least

take a look around?

I think Lucy should decide.

I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!

Well, then Mr. Tumnus it is.

But we can't go hiking in the snow

dressed like this.

No.

But I'm sure the professor

wouldn't mind us using these.

Anyway, if you think about it logically,

we're not even taking them

out of the wardrobe.

- But that's a girl's coat!

- I know.

...lots and lots of lovely food,

and we'll have lots and lots of...

Lu?

Lucy!

Who would do something like this?

"The Faun Tumnus is hereby charged

with High Treason

against Her lmperial Majesty,

Jadis, Queen of Narnia,

for comforting her enemies

and fraternizing with humans.

Signed Maugrim,

Captain of the Secret Police.

Long Live the Queen."

All right.

Now we really should go back.

But what about Mr. Tumnus?

If he was arrested just

for being with a human,

- I don't think there's much we can do.

- You don't understand, do you?

I'm the human.

She must have found out

he helped me.

- Maybe we could call the police.

- These are the police.

Don't worry, Lu.

We'll think of something.

Why?

I mean, he's a criminal.

Did that bird just "psst" us?

It... It's a beaver.

Here, boy.

Here, boy.

I ain't gonna smell it,

if that's what you want.

Sorry.

Lucy Pevensie?

Yes?

Hey, that's the hankie

I gave to Mr. Tum...

Tumnus. He got it to me

just before they took him.

Is he all right?

Further in.

- What are you doing?

- She's right.

How do we know we can trust him?

He said he knows the faun.

He's a beaver.

He shouldn't be saying anything!

Everything all right?

Yes. We were just talking.

That's better left

for safer quarters.

He means the trees.

Come on. We don't want to be

caught out here after nightfall.

Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl

has got the kettle on.

Nice cup o' Rosy Lee.

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