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"
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
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
.
