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ONCEtherewerefourchildrenwhosenameswerePeter,Susan,EdmundandLucy.ThisstoryisaboutsomethingthathappenedtothemwhentheyweresentawayfromLondonduringthewarbecauseoftheair-raids.TheyweresenttothehouseofanoldProfessorwholivedintheheartofthecountry,tenmilesfromthenearestrailwaystationandtwomilesfromthenearestpostoffice.HehadnowifeandhelivedinaverylargehousewithahousekeepercalledMrs。Macreadyandthreeservants。(TheirnameswereIvy,MargaretandBetty,buttheydonotcomeintothestorymuch。)Hehimselfwasaveryoldmanwithshaggywhitehairwhichgrewovermostofhisfaceaswellasonhishead,andtheylikedhimalmostatonce;butonthefirsteveningwhenhecameouttomeetthematthefrontdoorhewassoodd-lookingthatLucy(whowastheyoungest)wasalittleafraidofhim,andEdmund(whowasthenextyoungest)wantedtolaughandhadtokeeponpretendinghewasblowinghisnosetohideit.

AssoonastheyhadsaidgoodnighttotheProfessorandgoneupstairsonthefirstnight,theboyscameintothegirls’roomandtheyalltalkeditover.

“We’vefallenonourfeetandnomistake,”saidPeter.“Thisisgoingtobeperfectlysplendid.Thatoldchapwillletusdoanythingwelike.”

“Ithinkhe’sanolddear,”saidSusan.

“Oh,comeoffit!”saidEdmund,whowastiredandpretendingnottobetired,whichalwaysmadehimbad-tempered。“Don’tgoontalkinglikethat.”

“Likewhat?”saidSusan;“andanyway,it’stimeyouwereinbed.”

“TryingtotalklikeMother,”saidEdmund.“AndwhoareyoutosaywhenI’mtogotobed?Gotobedyourself.”

“Hadn’tweallbettergotobed?”saidLucy.“There’ssuretobearowifwe’reheardtalkinghere.”

“Notherewon’t,”saidPeter.“Itellyouthisisthesortofhousewherenoone’sgoingtomindwhatwedo.Anyway,theywon’thearus.It’sabouttenminutes’walkfromheredowntothatdining-room,andanyamountofstairsandpassagesinbetween.”

“What’sthatnoise?”saidLucysuddenly.Itwasafarlargerhousethanshehadeverbeeninbeforeandthethoughtofallthoselongpassagesandrowsofdoorsleadingintoemptyroomswasbeginningtomakeherfeelalittlecreepy.

“It’sonlyabird,silly,”saidEdmund.

“It’sanowl,”saidPeter.“Thisisgoingtobeawonderfulplaceforbirds.Ishallgotobednow.Isay,let’sgoandexploretomorrow.Youmightfindanythinginaplacelikethis.Didyouseethosemountainsaswecamealong?Andthewoods?Theremightbeeagles.Theremightbestags.There’llbehawks.”

“Badgers!”saidLucy.

“Foxes!”saidEdmund.

“Rabbits!”saidSusan.

Butwhennextmorningcametherewasasteadyrainfalling,sothickthatwhenyoulookedoutofthewindowyoucouldseeneitherthemountainsnorthewoodsnoreventhestreaminthegarden.

“Ofcourseitwouldberaining!”saidEdmund.TheyhadjustfinishedtheirbreakfastwiththeProfessorandwereupstairsintheroomhehadsetapartforthem-along,lowroomwithtwowindowslookingoutinonedirectionandtwoinanother.

“Dostopgrumbling,Ed,”saidSusan。“Tentooneit’llclearupinanhourorso.Andinthemeantimewe’reprettywelloff.There’sawirelessandlotsofbooks.”

“Notforme”saidPeter;“I’mgoingtoexploreinthehouse.”

Everyoneagreedtothisandthatwashowtheadventuresbegan。Itwasthesortofhousethatyouneverseemtocometotheendof,anditwasfullofunexpectedplaces.Thefirstfewdoorstheytriedledonlyintosparebedrooms,aseveryonehadexpectedthattheywould;butsoontheycametoaverylongroomfullofpicturesandtheretheyfoundasuitofarmour;andafterthatwasaroomallhungwithgreen,withaharpinonecorner;andthencamethreestepsdownandfivestepsup,andthenakindoflittleupstairshallandadoorthatledoutontoabalcony,andthenawholeseriesofroomsthatledintoeachotherandwerelinedwithbooks-mostofthemveryoldbooksandsomebiggerthanaBibleinachurch.Andshortlyafterthattheylookedintoaroomthatwasquiteemptyexceptforonebigwardrobe;thesortthathasalooking-glassinthedoor.Therewasnothingelseintheroomatallexceptadeadblue-bottleonthewindow-sill.

“Nothingthere!”saidPeter,andtheyalltroopedoutagain-allexceptLucy.Shestayedbehindbecauseshethoughtitwouldbeworthwhiletryingthedoorofthewardrobe,eventhoughshefeltalmostsurethatitwouldbelocked.Tohersurpriseitopenedquiteeasily,andtwomoth-ballsdroppedout.

Lookingintotheinside,shesawseveralcoatshangingup-mostlylongfurcoats.TherewasnothingLucylikedsomuchasthesmellandfeeloffur.Sheimmediatelysteppedintothewardrobeandgotinamongthecoatsandrubbedherfaceagainstthem,leavingthedooropen,ofcourse,becausesheknewthatitisveryfoolishtoshutoneselfintoanywardrobe.Soonshewentfurtherinandfoundthattherewasasecondrowofcoatshangingupbehindthefirstone.Itwasalmostquitedarkinthereandshekeptherarmsstretchedoutinfrontofhersoasnottobumpherfaceintothebackofthewardrobe.Shetookastepfurtherin-thentwoorthreesteps—alwaysexpectingtofeelwoodworkagainstthetipsofherfingers.Butshecouldnotfeelit.

“Thismustbeasimplyenormouswardrobe!”thoughtLucy,goingstillfurtherinandpushingthesoftfoldsofthecoatsasidetomakeroomforher.Thenshenoticedthattherewassomethingcrunchingunderherfeet.“Iwonderisthatmoremothballs?”shethought,stoopingdowntofeelitwithherhand。Butinsteadoffeelingthehard,smoothwoodofthefloorofthewardrobe,shefeltsomethingsoftandpowderyandextremelycold。“Thisisveryqueer,”shesaid,andwentonasteportwofurther。

Nextmomentshefoundthatwhatwasrubbingagainstherfaceandhandswasnolongersoftfurbutsomethinghardandroughandevenprickly.“Why,itisjustlikebranchesoftrees!”exclaimedLucy.Andthenshesawthattherewasalightaheadofher;notafewinchesawaywherethebackofthewardrobeoughttohavebeen,butalongwayoff.Somethingcoldandsoftwasfallingonher.Amomentlatershefoundthatshewasstandinginthemiddleofawoodatnight-timewithsnowunderherfeetandsnowflakesfallingthroughtheair.

Lucyfeltalittlefrightened,butshefeltveryinquisitiveandexcitedaswell.Shelookedbackoverhershoulderandthere,betweenthedarktree—trunks;shecouldstillseetheopendoorwayofthewardrobeandevencatchaglimpseoftheemptyroomfromwhichshehadsetout。(Shehad,ofcourse,leftthedooropen,forsheknewthatitisaverysillythingtoshutoneselfintoawardrobe。)Itseemedtobestilldaylightthere.“Icanalwaysgetbackifanythinggoeswrong,”thoughtLucy.Shebegantowalkforward,crunch-crunchoverthesnowandthroughthewoodtowardstheotherlight.Inabouttenminutesshereacheditandfounditwasalamp-post.Asshestoodlookingatit,wonderingwhytherewasalamp-postinthemiddleofawoodandwonderingwhattodonext,sheheardapitterpatteroffeetcomingtowardsher.Andsoonafterthataverystrangepersonsteppedoutfromamongthetreesintothelightofthelamp-post.

HewasonlyalittletallerthanLucyherselfandhecarriedoverhisheadanumbrella,whitewithsnow.Fromthewaistupwardshewaslikeaman,buthislegswereshapedlikeagoat’s(thehaironthemwasglossyblack)andinsteadoffeethehadgoat’shoofs.Healsohadatail,butLucydidnotnoticethisatfirstbecauseitwasneatlycaughtupoverthearmthatheldtheumbrellasoastokeepitfromtrailinginthesnow.Hehadaredwoollenmufflerroundhisneckandhisskinwasratherreddishtoo.Hehadastrange,butpleasantlittleface,withashortpointedbeardandcurlyhair,andoutofthehairtherestucktwohorns,oneoneachsideofhisforehead.Oneofhishands,asIhavesaid,heldtheumbrella:intheotherarmhecarriedseveralbrown-paperparcels。WhatwiththeparcelsandthesnowitlookedjustasifhehadbeendoinghisChristmasshopping.HewasaFaun.AndwhenhesawLucyhegavesuchastartofsurprisethathedroppedallhisparcels。

“Goodnessgraciousme!”exclaimedtheFaun.

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