The Chronicles of Narnia - Complete 7 Books in One Edition. C. S. Lewis

minute, and we've brought nothing to eat. What about just going home?"

      "Oh, but we can't, we can't," said Lucy suddenly. "Don't you see? We can't just go home, not after this. It is all on my account that the poor Faun has got into this trouble. He hid me from the Witch and showed me the way back. That's what it means by comforting the Queen's enemies and fraternising with Humans. We simply must try to rescue him."

      "A lot we could do!" said Edmund, "when we haven't even got anything to eat!"

      "Shut up—you!" said Peter, who was still very angry with Edmund. "What do you think, Susan?"

      "I've a horrid feeling that Lu is right," said Susan. "I don't want to go a step further and I wish we'd never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr. Whatever-his-name is—I mean the Faun."

      "That's what I feel too," said Peter. "I'm worried about having no food with us. I'd vote for going back and getting something from the larder, only there doesn't seem to be any certainty of getting into this country again when once you've got out of it. I think we'll have to go on."

      "So do I," said both the girls.

      "If only we knew where the poor chap was imprisoned!" said Peter.

      They were all still, wondering what to do next, when Lucy said, "Look! There's a robin, with such a red breast. It's the first bird I've seen here. I say!—I wonder can birds talk in Narnia? It almost looks as if it wanted to say something to us." Then she turned to the Robin and said, "Please, can you tell us where Tumnus the Faun has been taken to?" As she said this she took a step towards the bird. It at once hopped away but only as far as to the next tree. There it perched and looked at them very hard as if it understood all they had been saying. Almost without noticing that they had done so, the four children went a step or two nearer to it. At this the Robin flew away again to the next tree and once more looked at them very hard. (You couldn't have found a robin with a redder chest or a brighter eye.)

      "Do you know," said Lucy, "I really believe he means us to follow him."

      "I've an idea he does," said Susan, "what do you think, Peter?"

      "Well, we might as well try it," answered Peter.

      The Robin appeared to understand the matter thoroughly. It kept going from tree to tree, always a few yards ahead of them but always so near that they could easily follow it. In this way it led them on, slightly down hill. Wherever the Robin alighted a little shower of snow would fall off the branch. Presently the clouds parted overhead and the winter sun came out and the snow all around them grew dazzlingly bright. They had been travelling in this way for about half an hour, with the two girls in front, when Edmund said to Peter, "If you're not still too high and mighty to talk to me, I've something to say which you'd better listen to."

      "What is it?" asked Peter.

      "Hush! Not so loud," said Edmund, "there's no good frightening the girls. But have you realised what we're doing?"

      "What?" said Peter, lowering his voice to a whisper.

      "We're following a guide we know nothing about. How do we know which side that bird is on? Why shouldn't it be leading us into a trap?"

      "That's a nasty idea. Still—a robin you know. They're good birds in all the stories I've ever read. I'm sure a robin wouldn't be on the wrong side."

      "If it comes to that, which is the right side? How do we know that the fauns are in the right and the Queen (yes, I know we've been told she's a witch) is in the wrong? We don't really know anything about either."

      "The Faun saved Lucy."

      "He said he did. But how do we know? And there's another thing too. Has anyone the least idea of the way home from here?"

      "Great Scott!" said Peter, "I hadn't thought of that."

      "And no chance of dinner either," said Edmund.

      Chapter VII

       A Day with the Beavers

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      While the two boys were whispering behind, both the girls suddenly cried "Oh!" and stopped. "The robin!" cried Lucy, "the robin. It's flown away." And so it had—right out of sight.

      "And now what are we to do?" said Edmund, giving Peter a look which was as much as to say "What did I tell you?"

      "Sh! Look!" said Susan.

      "What?" said Peter.

      "There's something moving among the trees—over there to the left."

      They all stared as hard as they could, and no one felt very comfortable.

      "There it goes again," said Susan presently.

      "I saw it that time too," said Peter. "It's still there. It's just gone behind that big tree."

      "What is it?" asked Lucy, trying very hard not to sound nervous.

      "Whatever it is," said Peter, "it's dodging us. It's something that doesn't want to be seen."

      "Let's go home," said Susan. And then, though nobody said it out loud, everyone suddenly realised the same fact that Edmund had whispered to Peter at the end of the last chapter. They were lost.

      "What's it like?" said Lucy.

      "It's—it's a kind of animal," said Susan; and then, "Look! Look! Quick! There it is."

      They all saw it this time, a whiskered furry face which had looked out at them from behind a tree. But this time it didn't immediately draw back. Instead, the animal put its paw against its mouth just as humans put their finger on their lips when they are signalling to you to be quiet. Then it disappeared again. The children all stood holding their breaths.

      A moment later the stranger came out from behind the tree, glanced all round as if it were afraid someone was watching, said "Hush," made signs to them to join it in the thicker bit of wood where it was standing, and then once more disappeared.

      "I know what it is," said Peter, "it's a beaver. I saw the tail."

      "It wants us to go to it," said Susan, "and it is warning us not to make a noise."

      "I know," said Peter. "The question is are we to go to it or not? What do you think, Lu?"

      "I think it's a nice beaver," said Lucy.

      "Yes, but how do we know?" said Edmund.

      "Shan't we have to risk it?" said Susan. "I mean, it's no good just standing here and I feel I want some dinner."

      At this moment the Beaver again popped its head out from behind the tree and beckoned earnestly to them.

      "Come on," said Peter, "let's give it a try. All keep close together. We ought to be a match for one beaver if it turns out to be an enemy."

      So the children all got close together and walked up to the tree and in behind it, and there, sure enough, they found the Beaver; but it still drew back, saying to them in a hoarse throaty whisper, "Further in, come further in. Right in here. We're not safe in the open!" Only when it had led them into a dark spot where four trees grew so close together that their boughs met and the brown earth and pine needles could be seen underfoot because no snow had been able to fall there, did it begin to talk to them.

      "Are you the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve?" it said.

      "We're some of them," said Peter.

      "S-s-s-sh!" said the Beaver, "not so loud please. We're not safe even here."

      "Why, who are you afraid of?" said Peter. "There's no one here but ourselves."

      "There are the trees," said the Beaver. "They're always listening. Most of them are on our side, but there are trees that would betray us to her; you know who I mean," and it nodded its head several times.

      "If