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First
the
snow
stopped
.
Then
a
wind
sprang
up
and
it
became
freezing
cold
.
Finally
,
the
clouds
rolled
away
and
the
moon
came
out
.
It
was
a
full
moon
and
,
shining
on
all
that
snow
,
it
made
everything
almost
as
bright
as
day
-
only
the
shadows
were
rather
confusing
.
He
would
never
have
found
his
way
if
the
moon
hadn
’
t
come
out
by
the
time
he
got
to
the
other
river
you
remember
he
had
seen
(
when
they
first
arrived
at
the
Beavers
’
)
a
smaller
river
flowing
into
the
great
one
lower
down
.
He
now
reached
this
and
turned
to
follow
it
up
.
But
the
little
valley
down
which
it
came
was
much
steeper
and
rockier
than
the
one
he
had
just
left
and
much
overgrown
with
bushes
,
so
that
he
could
not
have
managed
it
at
all
in
the
dark
.
Even
as
it
was
,
he
got
wet
through
for
he
had
to
stoop
under
branches
and
great
loads
of
snow
came
sliding
off
on
to
his
back
.
And
every
time
this
happened
he
thought
more
and
more
how
he
hated
Peter
-
just
as
if
all
this
had
been
Peter
’
s
fault
.
But
at
last
he
came
to
a
part
where
it
was
more
level
and
the
valley
opened
out
.
And
there
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
,
quite
close
to
him
,
in
the
middle
of
a
little
plain
between
two
hills
,
he
saw
what
must
be
the
White
Witch
’
s
House
.
And
the
moon
was
shining
brighter
than
ever
.
The
House
was
really
a
small
castle
.
It
seemed
to
be
all
towers
;
little
towers
with
long
pointed
spires
on
them
,
sharp
as
needles
.
They
looked
like
huge
dunce
’
s
caps
or
sorcerer
’
s
caps
.
And
they
shone
in
the
moonlight
and
their
long
shadows
looked
strange
on
the
snow
.
Edmund
began
to
be
afraid
of
the
House
.
But
it
was
too
late
to
think
of
turning
back
now
.
He
crossed
the
river
on
the
ice
and
walked
up
to
the
House
.
There
was
nothing
stirring
;
not
the
slightest
sound
anywhere
.
Even
his
own
feet
made
no
noise
on
the
deep
newly
fallen
snow
.
He
walked
on
and
on
,
past
corner
after
corner
of
the
House
,
and
past
turret
after
turret
to
find
the
door
.
He
had
to
go
right
round
to
the
far
side
before
he
found
it
.
It
was
a
huge
arch
but
the
great
iron
gates
stood
wide
open
.
Edmund
crept
up
to
the
arch
and
looked
inside
into
the
courtyard
,
and
there
he
saw
a
sight
that
nearly
made
his
heart
stop
beating
.
Just
inside
the
gate
,
with
the
moonlight
shining
on
it
,
stood
an
enormous
lion
crouched
as
if
it
was
ready
to
spring
.
And
Edmund
stood
in
the
shadow
of
the
arch
,
afraid
to
go
on
and
afraid
to
go
back
,
with
his
knees
knocking
together
.
He
stood
there
so
long
that
his
teeth
would
have
been
chattering
with
cold
even
if
they
had
not
been
chattering
with
fear
.
How
long
this
really
lasted
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
it
seemed
to
Edmund
to
last
for
hours
.
Then
at
last
he
began
to
wonder
why
the
lion
was
standing
so
still
-
for
it
hadn
’
t
moved
one
inch
since
he
first
set
eyes
on
it
.
Edmund
now
ventured
a
little
nearer
,
still
keeping
in
the
shadow
of
the
arch
as
much
as
he
could
.
He
now
saw
from
the
way
the
lion
was
standing
that
it
couldn
’
t
have
been
looking
at
him
at
all
.
(
"
But
supposing
it
turns
its
head
?
"
thought
Edmund
.
)
In
fact
it
was
staring
at
something
else
namely
a
little
:
dwarf
who
stood
with
his
back
to
it
about
four
feet
away
.
"
Aha
!
"
thought
Edmund
.
"
When
it
springs
at
the
dwarf
then
will
be
my
chance
to
escape
.
"
But
still
the
lion
never
moved
,
nor
did
the
dwarf
.
And
now
at
last
Edmund
remembered
what
the
others
had
said
about
the
White
Witch
turning
people
into
stone
.
Perhaps
this
was
only
a
stone
lion
.
And
as
soon
as
he
had
thought
of
that
he
noticed
that
the
lion
’
s
back
and
the
top
of
its
head
were
covered
with
snow
.
Of
course
it
must
be
only
a
statue
!
No
living
animal
would
have
let
itself
get
covered
with
snow
.
Then
very
slowly
and
with
his
heart
beating
as
if
it
would
burst
,
Edmund
ventured
to
go
up
to
the
lion
.
Even
now
he
hardly
dared
to
touch
it
,
but
at
last
he
put
out
his
hand
,
very
quickly
,
and
did
.
It
was
cold
stone
.
He
had
been
frightened
of
a
mere
statue
!
The
relief
which
Edmund
felt
was
so
great
that
in
spite
of
the
cold
he
suddenly
got
warm
all
over
right
down
to
his
toes
,
and
at
the
same
time
there
came
into
his
head
what
seemed
a
perfectly
lovely
idea
.
"
Probably
,
"
he
thought
,
"
this
is
the
great
Lion
Aslan
that
they
were
all
talking
about
.
She
’
s
caught
him
already
and
turned
him
into
stone
.
So
that
’
s
the
end
of
all
their
fine
ideas
about
him
!
Pooh
!
Who
’
s
afraid
of
Aslan
?
"
And
he
stood
there
gloating
over
the
stone
lion
,
and
presently
he
did
something
very
silly
and
childish
.
He
took
a
stump
of
lead
pencil
out
of
his
pocket
and
scribbled
a
moustache
on
the
lion
’
s
upper
lip
and
then
a
pair
of
spectacles
on
its
eyes
.
Then
he
said
,
"
Yah
!
Silly
old
Aslan
!
How
do
you
like
being
a
stone
?
You
thought
yourself
mighty
fine
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
But
in
spite
of
the
scribbles
on
it
the
face
of
the
great
stone
beast
still
looked
so
terrible
,
and
sad
,
and
noble
,
staring
up
in
the
moonlight
,
that
Edmund
didn
’
t
really
get
any
fun
out
of
jeering
at
it
.
He
turned
away
and
began
to
cross
the
courtyard
.
