"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" by C.S. Lewis, Chapters 1–4

September 3, 2015
While exploring an unfamiliar house, four siblings discover a portal to the mystical kingdom of Narnia, a perpetually frozen land under the control of a powerful witch.

Here are links to our lists for the book: Chapters 1–4, Chapters 5–8, Chapters 9–12, Chapters 13–17

Here are links to our lists for other books in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew, Prince Caspian, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
"This is going to be perfectly splendid. That old chap will let us do anything we like."
And shortly after that they looked into a room that was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door.
"I wonder is that more moth-balls?" she thought, stooping down to feel it with her hands.
She looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree-trunks, she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out.
From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's (the hair on them was glossy black) and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs.
And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he dropped all his parcels.
"Ah!" said Mr. Tumnus in a rather melancholy voice, "if only I had worked harder at geography when I was a little Faun, I should no doubt know all about those strange countries.
Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?
"Mr. Tumnus! Mr. Tumnus!" said Lucy in great distress. "Don't! Don't! What is the matter?
He merely took the handkerchief 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.
Would you believe that I'm the sort of Faun to meet a poor innocent child in the wood, one that had never done me any harm, and pretend to be friendly with it, and invite it home to my cave, all for the sake of lulling it asleep and then handing it over to the White Witch?
And she'll have my tail cut off, and my horns sawn off, and my beard plucked out, and she'll wave her wand over my beautiful cloven hoofs and turn them into horrid solid hoofs like a wretched horse's.
"And I do hope you won't get into dreadful trouble on my account."
"Why, you goose," said Susan, putting her head inside and pulling the fur coats apart, "it's just an ordinary wardrobe, look! there's the back of it."
"A jolly good hoax, Lu," he said as he came out again, "you have really taken us in, I must admit. We half believed you."
The two elder ones did this without meaning to do it, but Edmund could be spiteful, and on this occasion he was spiteful.
He sneered and jeered at Lucy and kept on asking her if she'd found any other new countries in other cupboards all over the house.
Susan was "It" and as soon as the others scattered to hide, Lucy went to the room where the wardrobe was.
The house was so large and complicated and full of hiding places that she thought she would have time to have one look into the wardrobe and then hide somewhere else.
He didn't like this at all and began groping wildly in every direction; he even shouted out.
The reindeer were about the size of Shetland ponies and their hair was so white that even the snow hardly looked white compared with them; their branching horns were gilded and shone like something on fire when the sunrise caught them.
It was a beautiful face in other respects, but proud and cold and stern.
"And how, pray, did you come to enter my dominions?"
Edmund did not like this arrangement at all but he dared not disobey; he stepped on to the sledge and sat at her feet, and she put a fold of her fur mantle around him and tucked it well in.
At first Edmund tried to remember that it is rude to speak with one's mouth full, but soon he forgot about this and thought only of trying to shovel down as much Turkish Delight as he could, and the more he ate the more he wanted to eat, and he never asked himself why the Queen should be so inquisitive.
Probably the Queen knew quite well what he was thinking; for she knew, though Edmund did not, that this was enchanted Turkish Delight and that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves.
"Oh, but if I took you there now," said she, "I shouldn't see your brother and your sisters. I very much want to know your charming relations.
"But I don't even know the way back to my own country," pleaded Edmund.
While she spoke, she signalled to the Dwarf to drive on, but as the sledge swept away out of sight, the Queen waved to Edmund calling out, "Next time! Next time! Don't forget. Come soon."
Edmund was already feeling uncomfortable from having eaten too many sweets, and when he heard that the Lady he had made friends with was a dangerous witch he felt even more uncomfortable.

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Friday November 13th 2015, 5:24 PM
Comment by: Barry Allen (CO)
I love this list I just started to read the book again.

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