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They
had
not
gone
far
before
they
came
to
a
place
where
the
ground
became
rough
and
there
were
rocks
all
about
and
little
hills
up
and
little
hills
down
.
At
the
bottom
of
one
small
valley
Mr
Tumnus
turned
suddenly
aside
as
if
he
were
going
to
walk
straight
into
an
unusually
large
rock
,
but
at
the
last
moment
Lucy
found
he
was
leading
her
into
the
entrance
of
a
cave
.
As
soon
as
they
were
inside
she
found
herself
blinking
in
the
light
of
a
wood
fire
.
Then
Mr
Tumnus
stooped
and
took
a
flaming
piece
of
wood
out
of
the
fire
with
a
neat
little
pair
of
tongs
,
and
lit
a
lamp
.
"
Now
we
shan
’
t
be
long
,
"
he
said
,
and
immediately
put
a
kettle
on
.
Lucy
thought
she
had
never
been
in
a
nicer
place
.
It
was
a
little
,
dry
,
clean
cave
of
reddish
stone
with
a
carpet
on
the
floor
and
two
little
chairs
(
"
one
for
me
and
one
for
a
friend
,
"
said
Mr
Tumnus
)
and
a
table
and
a
dresser
and
a
mantelpiece
over
the
fire
and
above
that
a
picture
of
an
old
Faun
with
a
grey
beard
.
In
one
corner
there
was
a
door
which
Lucy
thought
must
lead
to
Mr
Tumnus
’
s
bedroom
,
and
on
one
wall
was
a
shelf
full
of
books
.
Lucy
looked
at
these
while
he
was
setting
out
the
tea
things
.
They
had
titles
like
The
Life
and
Letters
of
Silenus
or
Nymphs
and
Their
Ways
or
Men
,
Monks
and
Gamekeepers
;
a
Study
in
Popular
Legend
or
Is
Man
a
Myth
?
"
Now
,
Daughter
of
Eve
!
"
said
the
Faun
.
And
really
it
was
a
wonderful
tea
.
There
was
a
nice
brown
egg
,
lightly
boiled
,
for
each
of
them
,
and
then
sardines
on
toast
,
and
then
buttered
toast
,
and
then
toast
with
honey
,
and
then
a
sugar
-
topped
cake
.
And
when
Lucy
was
tired
of
eating
the
Faun
began
to
talk
.
He
had
wonderful
tales
to
tell
of
life
in
the
forest
.
He
told
about
the
midnight
dances
and
how
the
Nymphs
who
lived
in
the
wells
and
the
Dryads
who
lived
in
the
trees
came
out
to
dance
with
the
Fauns
;
about
long
hunting
parties
after
the
milk
-
white
stag
who
could
give
you
wishes
if
you
caught
him
;
about
feasting
and
treasure
-
seeking
with
the
wild
Red
Dwarfs
in
deep
mines
and
caverns
far
beneath
the
forest
floor
;
and
then
about
summer
when
the
woods
were
green
and
old
Silenus
on
his
fat
donkey
would
come
to
visit
them
,
and
sometimes
Bacchus
himself
,
and
then
the
streams
would
run
with
wine
instead
of
water
and
the
whole
forest
would
give
itself
up
to
jollification
for
weeks
on
end
.
"
Not
that
it
isn
’
t
always
winter
now
,
"
he
added
gloomily
.
Then
to
cheer
himself
up
he
took
out
from
its
case
on
the
dresser
a
strange
little
flute
that
looked
as
if
it
were
made
of
straw
and
began
to
play
.
And
the
tune
he
played
made
Lucy
want
to
cry
and
laugh
and
dance
and
go
to
sleep
all
at
the
same
time
.
It
must
have
been
hours
later
when
she
shook
herself
and
said
:
"
Oh
,
Mr
Tumnus
-
I
’
m
so
sorry
to
stop
you
,
and
I
do
love
that
tune
-
but
really
,
I
must
go
home
.
I
only
meant
to
stay
for
a
few
minutes
.
"
"
It
’
s
no
good
now
,
you
know
,
"
said
the
Faun
,
laying
down
its
flute
and
shaking
its
head
at
her
very
sorrowfully
.
"
No
good
?
"
said
Lucy
,
jumping
up
and
feeling
rather
frightened
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
I
’
ve
got
to
go
home
at
once
.
The
others
will
be
wondering
what
has
happened
to
me
.
"
But
a
moment
later
she
asked
,
"
Mr
Tumnus
!
Whatever
is
the
matter
?
"
for
the
Faun
’
s
brown
eyes
had
filled
with
tears
and
then
the
tears
began
trickling
down
its
cheeks
,
and
soon
they
were
running
off
the
end
of
its
nose
;
and
at
last
it
covered
its
face
with
its
hands
and
began
to
howl
.
"
Mr
Tumnus
!
Mr
Tumnus
!
"
said
Lucy
in
great
distress
.
"
Don
’
t
!
Don
’
t
!
What
is
the
matter
?
Aren
’
you
well
?
Dear
Mr
Tumnus
,
do
tell
me
what
is
wrong
.
"
But
the
Faun
continued
sobbing
as
if
its
heart
would
break
.
And
even
when
Lucy
went
over
and
put
her
arms
round
him
and
lent
him
her
hand
kerchief
,
he
did
not
stop
.
He
merely
took
the
handker
chief
and
kept
on
using
it
,
wringing
it
out
with
both
hands
whenever
it
got
too
wet
to
be
any
more
use
,
so
that
presently
Lucy
was
standing
in
a
damp
patch
.
"
Mr
Tumnus
!
"
bawled
Lucy
in
his
ear
,
shaking
him
.
"
Do
stop
.
Stop
it
at
once
!
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
yourself
,
a
great
big
Faun
like
you
.
What
on
earth
are
you
crying
about
?
"
