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"
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
.
