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And
of
course
no
one
knew
the
answer
to
this
question
.
"
Because
,
if
he
was
,
"
continued
Mr
Beaver
,
"
then
she
’
ll
simply
sledge
down
in
that
direction
and
get
between
us
and
the
Stone
Table
and
catch
us
on
our
way
down
.
In
fact
we
shall
be
cut
off
from
Aslan
.
"
"
But
that
isn
’
t
what
she
’
ll
do
first
,
"
said
Mrs
Beaver
,
"
not
if
I
know
her
.
The
moment
that
Edmund
tells
her
that
we
’
re
all
here
she
’
ll
set
out
to
catch
us
this
very
night
,
and
if
he
’
s
been
gone
about
half
an
hour
,
she
’
ll
be
here
in
about
another
twenty
minutes
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
,
Mrs
Beaver
,
"
said
her
husband
,
"
we
must
all
get
away
from
here
.
There
’
s
not
a
moment
to
lose
.
"
And
now
of
course
you
want
to
know
what
had
happened
to
Edmund
.
He
had
eaten
his
share
of
the
dinner
,
but
he
hadn
’
t
really
enjoyed
it
because
he
was
thinking
all
the
time
about
Turkish
Delight
-
and
there
’
s
nothing
that
spoils
the
taste
of
good
ordinary
food
half
so
much
as
the
memory
of
bad
magic
food
.
And
he
had
heard
the
conversation
,
and
hadn
’
t
enjoyed
it
much
either
,
because
he
kept
on
thinking
that
the
others
were
taking
no
notice
of
him
and
trying
to
give
him
the
cold
shoulder
.
They
weren
’
t
,
but
he
imagined
it
.
And
then
he
had
listened
until
Mr
Beaver
told
them
about
Aslan
and
until
he
had
heard
the
whole
arrangement
for
meeting
Aslan
at
the
Stone
Table
.
It
was
then
that
he
began
very
quietly
to
edge
himself
under
the
curtain
which
hung
over
the
door
.
For
the
mention
of
Aslan
gave
him
a
mysterious
and
horrible
feeling
just
as
it
gave
the
others
a
mysterious
and
lovely
feeling
.
Just
as
Mr
Beaver
had
been
repeating
the
rhyme
about
Adam
’
s
flesh
and
Adam
’
s
bone
Edmund
had
been
very
quietly
turning
the
doorhandle
;
and
just
before
Mr
Beaver
had
begun
telling
them
that
the
White
Witch
wasn
’
t
really
human
at
all
but
half
a
Jinn
and
half
a
giantess
,
Edmund
had
got
outside
into
the
snow
and
cautiously
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
You
mustn
’
t
think
that
even
now
Edmund
was
quite
so
bad
that
he
actually
wanted
his
brother
and
sisters
to
be
turned
into
stone
.
He
did
want
Turkish
Delight
and
to
be
a
Prince
(
and
later
a
King
)
and
to
pay
Peter
out
for
calling
him
a
beast
.
As
for
what
the
Witch
would
do
with
the
others
,
he
didn
’
t
want
her
to
be
particularly
nice
to
them
-
certainly
not
to
put
them
on
the
same
level
as
himself
;
but
he
managed
to
believe
,
or
to
pretend
he
believed
,
that
she
wouldn
’
t
do
anything
very
bad
to
them
,
"
Because
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
all
these
people
who
say
nasty
things
about
her
are
her
enemies
and
probably
half
of
it
isn
’
t
true
.
She
was
jolly
nice
to
me
,
anyway
,
much
nicer
than
they
are
.
I
expect
she
is
the
rightful
Queen
really
.
Anyway
,
she
’
ll
be
better
than
that
awful
Aslan
!
"
At
least
,
that
was
the
excuse
he
made
in
his
own
mind
for
what
he
was
doing
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
very
good
excuse
,
however
,
for
deep
down
inside
him
he
really
knew
that
the
White
Witch
was
bad
and
cruel
.
The
first
thing
he
realized
when
he
got
outside
and
found
the
snow
falling
all
round
him
,
was
that
he
had
left
his
coat
behind
in
the
Beavers
’
house
.
And
of
course
there
was
no
chance
of
going
back
to
get
it
now
.
The
next
thing
he
realized
was
that
the
daylight
was
almost
gone
,
for
it
had
been
nearly
three
o
’
clock
when
they
sat
down
to
dinner
and
the
winter
days
were
short
.
He
hadn
’
t
reckoned
on
this
;
but
he
had
to
make
the
best
of
it
.
So
he
turned
up
his
collar
and
shuffled
across
the
top
of
the
dam
(
luckily
it
wasn
’
t
so
slippery
since
the
snow
had
fallen
)
to
the
far
side
of
the
river
.
It
was
pretty
bad
when
he
reached
the
far
side
.
It
was
growing
darker
every
minute
and
what
with
that
and
the
snowflakes
swirling
all
round
him
he
could
hardly
see
three
feet
ahead
.
And
then
too
there
was
no
road
.
He
kept
slipping
into
deep
drifts
of
snow
,
and
skidding
on
frozen
puddles
,
and
tripping
over
fallen
tree
-
trunks
,
and
sliding
down
steep
banks
,
and
barking
his
shins
against
rocks
,
till
he
was
wet
and
cold
and
bruised
all
over
.
The
silence
and
the
loneliness
were
dreadful
.
In
fact
I
really
think
he
might
have
given
up
the
whole
plan
and
gone
back
and
owned
up
and
made
friends
with
the
others
,
if
he
hadn
’
t
happened
to
say
to
himself
,
"
When
I
’
m
King
of
Narnia
the
first
thing
I
shall
do
will
be
to
make
some
decent
roads
.
"
And
of
course
that
set
him
off
thinking
about
being
a
King
and
all
the
other
things
he
would
do
and
this
cheered
him
up
a
good
deal
.
He
had
just
settled
in
his
mind
what
sort
of
palace
he
would
have
and
how
many
cars
and
all
about
his
private
cinema
and
where
the
principal
railways
would
run
and
what
laws
he
would
make
against
beavers
and
dams
and
was
putting
the
finishing
touches
to
some
schemes
for
keeping
Peter
in
his
place
,
when
the
weather
changed
.
