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chater three edund and the wardrbe（第2页）

saidEdmundtohimself，“andsoshe’skeepingveryquietinattheback．”

Hejumpedinandshutthedoor，forgettingwhataveryfoolishthingthisistodo．ThenhebeganfeelingaboutforLucyinthedark．Hehadexpectedtofindherinafewsecondsandwasverysurprisedwhenhedidnot.Hedecidedtoopenthedooragainandletinsomelight．Buthecouldnotfindthedooreither．Hedidn’tlikethisatallandbegangropingwildlyineverydirection；heevenshoutedout，“Lucy！

Lu！

Whereareyou？Iknowyou’rehere．”

TherewasnoanswerandEdmundnoticedthathisownvoicehadacurioussound-notthesoundyouexpectinacupboard，butakindofopen-airsound．Healsonoticedthathewasunexpectedlycold；andthenhesawalight．

“Thankgoodness，”

saidEdmund，“thedoormusthaveswungopenofitsownaccord．”

HeforgotallaboutLucyandwenttowardsthelight，whichhethoughtwastheopendoorofthewardrobe．Butinsteadoffindinghimselfsteppingoutintothespareroomhefoundhimselfsteppingoutfromtheshadowofsomethickdarkfirtreesintoanopenplaceinthemiddleofawood．

Therewascrisp，drysnowunderhisfeetandmoresnowlyingonthebranchesofthetrees．Overheadtherewaspalebluesky，thesortofskyoneseesonafinewinterdayinthemorning．Straightaheadofhimhesawbetweenthetree-trunksthesun，justrising，veryredandclear．Everythingwasperfectlystill，asifheweretheonlylivingcreatureinthatcountry．Therewasnotevenarobinorasquirrelamongthetrees，andthewoodstretchedasfarashecouldseeineverydirection．Heshivered．

HenowrememberedthathehadbeenlookingforLucy；andalsohowunpleasanthehadbeentoherabouther“imaginarycountry”

whichnowturnedoutnottohavebeenimaginaryatall.Hethoughtthatshemustbesomewherequitecloseandsoheshouted，“Lucy！

Lucy！

I’mheretoo-Edmund．”

Therewasnoanswer．

“She’sangryaboutallthethingsI’vebeensayinglately，”

thoughtEdmund．Andthoughhedidnotliketoadmitthathehadbeenwrong，healsodidnotmuchlikebeingaloneinthisstrange，cold，quietplace；soheshoutedagain．

“Isay，Lu！

I’msorryIdidn’tbelieveyou．Iseenowyouwererightallalong．Docomeout．MakeitPax．”

Stilltherewasnoanswer．

“Justlikeagirl，”

saidEdmundtohimself，“sulkingsomewhere，andwon’tacceptanapology．”

Helookedroundhimagainanddecidedhedidnotmuchlikethisplace，andhadalmostmadeuphismindtogohome，whenheheard，veryfaroffinthewood，asoundofbells．Helistenedandthesoundcamenearerandnearerandatlasttheresweptintosightasledgedrawnbytworeindeer.

ThereindeerwereaboutthesizeofShetlandponiesandtheirhairwassowhitethateventhesnowhardlylookedwhitecomparedwiththem；theirbranchinghornsweregildedandshonelikesomethingonfirewhenthesunrisecaughtthem．Theirharnesswasofscarletleatherandcoveredwithbells．Onthesledge，drivingthereindeer，satafatdwarfwhowouldhavebeenaboutthreefeethighifhehadbeenstanding．Hewasdressedinpolarbear’sfurandonhisheadheworearedhoodwithalonggoldtasselhangingdownfromitspoint；hishugebeardcoveredhiskneesandservedhiminsteadofarug．Butbehindhim，onamuchhigherseatinthemiddleofthesledgesataverydifferentperson-agreatlady，tallerthananywomanthatEdmundhadeverseen．Shealsowascoveredinwhitefuruptoherthroatandheldalongstraightgoldenwandinherrighthandandworeagoldencrownonherhead．Herfacewaswhite-notmerelypale，butwhitelikesnoworpaperoricing-sugar，exceptforherveryredmouth．Itwasabeautifulfaceinotherrespects，butproudandcoldandstern．

ThesledgewasafinesightasitcamesweepingtowardsEdmundwiththebellsjinglingandthedwarfcrackinghiswhipandthesnowflyinguponeachsideofit．

“Stop！”

saidtheLady，andthedwarfpulledthereindeerupsosharpthattheyalmostsatdown．Thentheyrecoveredthemselvesandstoodchampingtheirbitsandblowing．Inthefrostyairthebreathcomingoutoftheirnostrilslookedlikesmoke.

“Andwhat，pray，areyou？”

saidtheLady，lookinghardatEdmund．

“I’m-I’m-myname’sEdmund，”

saidEdmundratherawkwardly．Hedidnotlikethewayshelookedathim．

TheLadyfrowned，“IsthathowyouaddressaQueen？”

sheasked，lookingsternerthanever．

“Ibegyourpardon，yourMajesty，Ididn’tknow，”

saidEdmund.

“NotknowtheQueenofNarnia？”

criedshe．“Ha！

Youshallknowusbetterhereafter．ButIrepeat-whatareyou？”

“Please，yourMajesty，”

saidEdmund，“Idon’tknowwhatyoumean．I’matschool-atleastIwasit’stheholidaysnow．”