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And
now
a
very
curious
thing
happened
.
None
of
the
children
knew
who
Aslan
was
any
more
than
you
do
;
but
the
moment
the
Beaver
had
spoken
these
words
everyone
felt
quite
different
.
Perhaps
it
has
sometimes
happened
to
you
in
a
dream
that
someone
says
something
which
you
don
’
t
understand
but
in
the
dream
it
feels
as
if
it
had
some
enormous
meaning
-
either
a
terrifying
one
which
turns
the
whole
dream
into
a
nightmare
or
else
a
lovely
meaning
too
lovely
to
put
into
words
,
which
makes
the
dream
so
beautiful
that
you
remember
it
all
your
life
and
are
always
wishing
you
could
get
into
that
dream
again
.
It
was
like
that
now
.
At
the
name
of
Aslan
each
one
of
the
children
felt
something
jump
in
its
inside
.
Edmund
felt
a
sensation
of
mysterious
horror
.
Peter
felt
suddenly
brave
and
adventurous
.
Susan
felt
as
if
some
delicious
smell
or
some
delightful
strain
of
music
had
just
floated
by
her
.
And
Lucy
got
the
feeling
you
have
when
you
wake
up
in
the
morning
and
realize
that
it
is
the
beginning
of
the
holidays
or
the
beginning
of
summer
.
"
And
what
about
Mr
Tumnus
,
"
said
Lucy
;
"
where
is
he
?
"
"
S
-
s
-
s
-
sh
,
"
said
the
Beaver
,
"
not
here
.
I
must
bring
you
where
we
can
have
a
real
talk
and
also
dinner
.
"
No
one
except
Edmund
felt
any
difficulty
about
trusting
the
beaver
now
,
and
everyone
,
including
Edmund
,
was
very
glad
to
hear
the
word
"
dinner
"
.
They
therefore
all
hurried
along
behind
their
new
friend
who
led
them
at
a
surprisingly
quick
pace
,
and
always
in
the
thickest
parts
of
the
forest
,
for
over
an
hour
.
Everyone
was
feeling
very
tired
and
very
hungry
when
suddenly
the
trees
began
to
get
thinner
in
front
of
them
and
the
ground
to
fall
steeply
downhill
.
A
minute
later
they
came
out
under
the
open
sky
(
the
sun
was
still
shining
)
and
found
themselves
looking
down
on
a
fine
sight
.
They
were
standing
on
the
edge
of
a
steep
,
narrow
valley
at
the
bottom
of
which
ran
-
at
least
it
would
have
been
running
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
frozen
-
a
fairly
large
river
.
Just
below
them
a
dam
had
been
built
across
this
river
,
and
when
they
saw
it
everyone
suddenly
remembered
that
of
course
beavers
are
always
making
dams
and
felt
quite
sure
that
Mr
Beaver
had
made
this
one
.
They
also
noticed
that
he
now
had
a
sort
of
modest
expression
on
his
,
face
-
the
sort
of
look
people
have
when
you
are
visiting
a
garden
they
’
ve
made
or
reading
a
story
they
’
ve
written
.
So
it
was
only
common
politeness
when
Susan
said
,
"
What
a
lovely
dam
!
"
And
Mr
Beaver
didn
’
t
say
"
Hush
"
this
time
but
"
Merely
a
trifle
!
Merely
a
trifle
!
And
it
isn
’
t
really
finished
!
"
Above
the
dam
there
was
what
ought
to
have
been
a
deep
pool
but
was
now
,
of
course
,
a
level
floor
of
dark
green
ice
.
And
below
the
dam
,
much
lower
down
,
was
more
ice
,
but
instead
of
being
smooth
this
was
all
frozen
into
the
foamy
and
wavy
shapes
in
which
the
water
had
been
rushing
along
at
the
very
moment
when
the
frost
came
.
And
where
the
water
had
been
trickling
over
and
spurting
through
the
dam
there
was
now
a
glittering
wall
of
icicles
,
as
if
the
side
of
the
dam
had
been
covered
all
over
with
flowers
and
wreaths
and
festoons
of
the
purest
sugar
.
And
out
in
the
middle
,
and
partly
on
top
of
the
dam
was
a
funny
little
house
shaped
rather
like
an
enormous
beehive
and
from
a
hole
in
the
roof
smoke
was
going
up
,
so
that
when
you
saw
it
(
especially
if
you
were
hungry
)
you
at
once
thought
of
cooking
and
became
hungrier
than
you
were
before
.
That
was
what
the
others
chiefly
noticed
,
but
Edmund
noticed
something
else
.
A
little
lower
down
the
river
there
was
another
small
river
which
came
down
another
small
valley
to
join
it
.
And
looking
up
that
valley
,
Edmund
could
see
two
small
hills
,
and
he
was
almost
sure
they
were
the
two
hills
which
the
White
Witch
had
pointed
out
to
him
when
he
parted
from
her
at
the
lamp
-
post
that
other
day
.
And
then
between
them
,
he
thought
,
must
be
her
palace
,
only
a
mile
off
or
less
.
And
he
thought
about
Turkish
Delight
and
about
being
a
King
(
"
And
I
wonder
how
Peter
will
like
that
?
"
he
asked
himself
)
and
horrible
ideas
came
into
his
head
.
"
Here
we
are
,
"
said
Mr
Beaver
,
"
and
it
looks
as
if
Mrs
Beaver
is
expecting
us
.
I
’
ll
lead
the
way
.
But
be
careful
and
don
’
t
slip
.
"
