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"
Please
,
your
Majesty
,
"
said
the
Fox
,
"
we
were
given
them
.
And
if
I
might
make
so
bold
as
to
drink
your
Majesty
’
s
very
good
health
-
"
"
Who
gave
them
to
you
?
"
said
the
Witch
.
"
F
-
F
-
F
-
Father
Christmas
,
"
stammered
the
Fox
.
"
What
?
"
roared
the
Witch
,
springing
from
the
sledge
and
taking
a
few
strides
nearer
to
the
terrified
animals
.
"
He
has
not
been
here
!
He
cannot
have
been
here
!
How
dare
you
-
but
no
.
Say
you
have
been
lying
and
you
shall
even
now
be
forgiven
.
"
At
that
moment
one
of
the
young
squirrels
lost
its
head
completely
.
"
He
has
-
he
has
-
he
has
!
"
it
squeaked
,
beating
its
little
spoon
on
the
table
.
Edmund
saw
the
Witch
bite
her
lips
so
that
a
drop
of
blood
appeared
on
her
white
cheek
.
Then
she
raised
her
wand
.
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
,
don
’
t
,
please
don
’
t
,
"
shouted
Edmund
,
but
even
while
he
was
shouting
she
had
waved
her
wand
and
instantly
where
the
merry
party
had
been
there
were
only
statues
of
creatures
(
one
with
its
stone
fork
fixed
forever
half
-
way
to
its
stone
mouth
)
seated
round
a
stone
table
on
which
there
were
stone
plates
and
a
stone
plum
pudding
.
"
As
for
you
,
"
said
the
Witch
,
giving
Edmund
a
stunning
blow
on
the
face
as
she
re
-
mounted
the
sledge
,
"
let
that
teach
you
to
ask
favour
for
spies
and
traitors
.
Drive
on
!
"
And
Edmund
for
the
first
time
in
this
story
felt
sorry
for
someone
besides
himself
.
It
seemed
so
pitiful
to
think
of
those
little
stone
figures
sitting
there
all
the
silent
days
and
all
the
dark
nights
,
year
after
year
,
till
the
moss
grew
on
them
and
at
last
even
their
faces
crumbled
away
.
Now
they
were
steadily
racing
on
again
.
And
soon
Edmund
noticed
that
the
snow
which
splashed
against
them
as
they
rushed
through
it
was
much
wetter
than
it
had
been
all
last
night
.
At
the
same
time
he
noticed
that
he
was
feeling
much
less
cold
.
It
was
also
becoming
foggy
.
In
fact
every
minute
it
grew
foggier
and
warmer
.
And
the
sledge
was
not
running
nearly
as
well
as
it
had
been
running
up
till
now
.
At
first
he
thought
this
was
because
the
reindeer
were
tired
,
but
soon
he
saw
that
that
couldn
’
t
be
the
real
reason
.
The
sledge
jerked
,
and
skidded
and
kept
on
jolting
as
if
it
had
struck
against
stones
.
And
however
the
dwarf
whipped
the
poor
reindeer
the
sledge
went
slower
and
slower
.
There
also
seemed
to
be
a
curious
noise
all
round
them
,
but
the
noise
of
their
driving
and
jolting
and
the
dwarf
’
s
shouting
at
the
reindeer
prevented
Edmund
from
hearing
what
it
was
,
until
suddenly
the
sledge
stuck
so
fast
that
it
wouldn
’
t
go
on
at
all
.
When
that
happened
there
was
a
moment
’
s
silence
.
And
in
that
silence
Edmund
could
at
last
listen
to
the
other
noise
properly
.
A
strange
,
sweet
,
rustling
,
chattering
noise
-
and
yet
not
so
strange
,
for
he
’
d
heard
it
before
-
if
only
he
could
remember
where
!
Then
all
at
once
he
did
remember
.
It
was
the
noise
of
running
water
.
All
round
them
though
out
of
sight
,
there
were
streams
,
chattering
,
murmuring
,
bubbling
,
splashing
and
even
(
in
the
distance
)
roaring
.
And
his
heart
gave
a
great
leap
(
though
he
hardly
knew
why
)
when
he
realized
that
the
frost
was
over
.
And
much
nearer
there
was
a
drip
-
drip
-
drip
from
the
branches
of
all
the
trees
.
And
then
,
as
he
looked
at
one
tree
he
saw
a
great
load
of
snow
slide
off
it
and
for
the
first
time
since
he
had
entered
Narnia
he
saw
the
dark
green
of
a
fir
tree
.
But
he
hadn
’
t
time
to
listen
or
watch
any
longer
,
for
the
Witch
said
:
"
Don
’
t
sit
staring
,
fool
!
Get
out
and
help
.
"
And
of
course
Edmund
had
to
obey
.
He
stepped
out
into
the
snow
-
but
it
was
really
only
slush
by
now
-
and
began
helping
the
dwarf
to
get
the
sledge
out
of
the
muddy
hole
it
had
got
into
.
