Read aloud for children
The Lion the Witch, and the Wardrobe
-- Illustrations by Valeri Gorbachev
By C.S. Lewis, condensed and adapted by Nancy S. Axelrad
From the March/April 2006 Issue
Once there were four children, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, who were sent from London during the war to live in the country house of an old Professor and his housekeeper, Mrs. Macready. She was not fond of children, and he was a very old man with shaggy white hair, which grew over most of his face as well as on his head.
"This house is so big that no one will mind what we do," said Peter. "Let's explore tomorrow."
Everyone agreed to this, and that was how the adventure began. The first few doors the children tried led to spare bedrooms. Then came a long room full of pictures and a suit of armor; and after that, three steps down and five steps up, a whole series of rooms lined with books, some bigger than a Bible, and lastly, a room that was empty except for one big wardrobe with a mirror in the door.
"Nothing there!" said Peter, and they all trooped out again—except Lucy. She looked inside the wardrobe and saw several fur coats hanging up. She got in among them and kept her arms stretched out in front of her in order to not bump into the back of the wardrobe.
This must be enormous! thought Lucy, stepping in further.
She felt something soft and powdery under her feet, and tree branches rubbed against her face. Then she saw a light. In a moment she was standing in the middle of a wood at night with snowflakes falling through the air.
And soon after that, a Faun stepped out from the trees. From the waist up he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's, and he had a tail neatly caught up over one arm that also held an umbrella.
"Are you a Daughter of Eve—Human?" he asked.
"Of course. My name is Lucy."
"And my name is Tumnus. May I ask, O Lucy, how you came into Narnia?"
"Narnia? What's that?" said Lucy.
"It's where we are," said Mr. Tumnus. "It's all that lies between the lamppost and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea. You have come from the wild woods of the west?"
"I—I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room," said Lucy.
"Ah! If only I had worked harder at geography when I was a little Faun," said Mr. Tumnus, "I'd know all about strange countries."
"The wardrobe is not a country. It's only back there where it's summer," said Lucy.
"It has been winter for so long in Narnia," said the Faun sadly. "Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom, would you have tea with me?"
"I won't be able to stay long," answered Lucy.
And so she found herself walking through the wood arm in arm with this strange creature to his cave.
It was such a wonderful tea. The Faun told Lucy about life in the forest, after which he took out a little flute and began to play. It must have been hours later when Lucy shook herself and said, "Oh, Mr. Tumnus, I do love that tune—but really I must go home."
"You can't," said Mr. Tumnus. His brown eyes filled with tears.
"Dear Mr. Tumnus, do tell me what is wrong," implored Lucy.
"I have orders from the White Witch to hand over any Human I catch in the wood," he said.
"You won't, will you?" said Lucy.
"Of course, I won't. I can't give you up to the Witch; not now that I know you," said the Faun. "We must go quietly, though. The wood is full of her spies."
They left the tea things on the table, and Mr. Tumnus took Lucy back to the lamppost. She could see the wardrobe door and ran as fast as her legs could carry her back to the empty room.
She tried to explain to the others about the magic wardrobe and the forest inside. "Come see," she said.
Everyone looked in but saw only the coats. Edmund jeered at her and asked if she'd found countries in the other cupboards. Even Lucy herself began to wonder if Narnia had been a dream.
She did not mean to hide in the wardrobe again, but she did want to have another look inside. When Edmund saw her vanish, he jumped in after her and shouted her name. There was no answer, and he noticed that his voice had a kind of open-air sound. He also felt cold. Seeing a light, he went toward it and found himself stepping out of the shadow of some fir trees.
Off in the wood he could hear the sound of bells as reindeer swept into view. The driver, a fat, bearded Dwarf, sat in front of a tall lady covered in white fur up to her throat. She held a golden wand in her right hand and wore a golden crown on her head. Her face was white like snow, except for her very red mouth.
"And what are you?" said the Lady, looking hard at Edmund.
"I'm—my name's Edmund."
"Is that how you address the Queen of Narnia?"
"I—I beg your pardon, your Majesty," said Edmund. He told about his brother and sisters and that one of his sisters had met a Faun.
"I have no children of my own," said the Lady, "and I want a nice boy whom I could bring up as a Prince. You are the cleverest boy I've met. I'll make you the Prince—when you bring the others to me."
"There's nothing special about them," said Edmund.
"It's no good coming without them," said the Queen and signaled the Dwarf to drive on.
Edmund was still staring after the sleigh when he heard Lucy calling to him. "Edmund! You got in, too! I've been having lunch with Mr. Tumnus, and the White Witch has done nothing to him for letting me go."
Upon hearing that the Queen was a dangerous witch, Edmund said nothing about his meeting. A few days later, attempting to hide from Mrs. Macready as she showed some visitors around the old house, the four children found themselves bundled together in the wardrobe.
"Look! It's getting lighter over there!" said Susan.
"And look there—and there! This wet stuff is snow. We've gotten into Lucy's forest," said Peter.
The four stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them snow-covered trees.
"Lucy ought to be our leader," said Peter. "Where will you take us, Lu?"
"Let's go see Mr. Tumnus," said Lucy.
Off they went, walking briskly to the Faun's cave where a terrible surprise awaited them. The door was broken, and Mr. Tumnus was gone. A piece of paper was nailed to the floor declaring that the Faun was under arrest for High Treason against the Queen of Narnia.
The children stared at each other as Lucy told about the White Witch. "She isn't a real queen," said Lucy. "She put a spell over the country so that it is always winter here and never Christmas."
As she spoke, there came a whiskered furry face that looked out at them from behind a tree.
"It's a beaver," said Peter. "I saw the tail."
"It wants us to go to it," said Susan.
The Beaver whispered hoarsely, "You are Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve?"
"Some of them," said Lucy.
"S-s-s-sh!" said Mr. Beaver. "Aslan is coming. He's the King of the wood."
"Is Aslan a man?" asked Lucy.
"Certainly not. Aslan is the great Lion. He'll settle the Queen and save Mr. Tumnus. Not that we don't need you, too. She's been on the lookout for Humans. If she knew you were here, your lives wouldn't be worth a shake of my whiskers."
During the moment of silence that followed his remark, Lucy observed that Edmund was gone. "Where is he?" she said.
"Your brother is under the Witch's spell. I saw it in his eyes," said Mr. Beaver. "We must go to Aslan."
In truth, Edmund's desire to be a Prince had started him on a long winding journey to the White Witch's castle. When he reached it, he hurried across the courtyard that was full of statues to a doorway. Beyond stretched a long gloomy hall with only one lamp where the White Witch sat.
"How dare you come alone?" she said. "Where are the others?"
"Please, your Majesty, I've brought them quite close," said Edmund. He proceeded to tell all that he had heard Mr. Beaver say.
"What! Aslan?" cried the Witch. She clapped her hands for the Dwarf to ready the sleigh at once. "Use the harness without bells."
All the while, the rest of the children were following Mr. Beaver to another part of Narnia. "The Witch's power is crumbling," he said as they scrambled up a steep bank and saw a sleigh approaching. On it sat a huge man in a bright red robe with a hood that had fur inside it.
As the children stood watching him, they knew it must be Father Christmas from pictures they had seen of him. He was so big and so real that they became quite still.
"She has kept me out a long time," he said, "but I'm in now. Here are your presents. They're weapons, not toys. The time to use them could be very soon."
To Lucy, he also gave a bottle of medicine. "A few drops can restore you or your friends." He cracked his whip and pulled away. "Long live the true King!"
Edmund, meanwhile, had been having a most disappointing time. The Witch wasn't nice to him at all as they rode the long, cold night. But in the morning, the sky was bluer and the trees were coming alive.
"Your winter has been destroyed!" said the Dwarf. "It's Aslan's doing!"
"If either of you say that name again," said the Witch, "he shall be killed."
By now, the Beaver and the children were climbing a hill to a green open space. In the middle of it was a slab of gray stone supported on four upright stones. It looked old and was cut all over with strange lines and figures. Next to the Stone Table was a pavilion with sides of yellow silk and crimson cords; and high above it waved a banner with a red lion. Aslan stood in the center of a crowd of creatures. The children caught a glimpse of his golden mane and great, royal eyes.
Peter drew his sword and raised it to salute. At once, Lucy asked, "Can anything be done to save Edmund?"
"All shall be done," said Aslan.
Edmund was already being bound to a tree, and a knife sharpened when from every direction came shouts—a drumming of hoofs—a beating of wings—then a scream from the Witch. And he was untied. Big, kind voices were saying things like, "Let him lie down—you'll be all right in a minute."
Instantly the Witch turned the Dwarf and herself into a stump and a boulder. When Edmund's rescuers were gone, she sent a message to Aslan. He told the children, "It's settled. She has renounced the claim on Edmund's blood. But we must move from this place. She and her crew will almost certainly prepare for a siege. Peter, you must put your centaurs in such and such a place."
"Won't you be there?" said Peter.
"I can't promise," said the Lion.
That night, Aslan walked slowly into the wood. Lucy and Susan followed him but only just so far to the Stone Table. From a distance, they watched an ogre shave the Lion's mane. Then a muzzle was put on his face, and he was dragged to the stone slab.
The Witch whetted her knife. "You have given me Narnia forever," she said.
When the dreadful deed was done, Susan and Lucy crept to Aslan and cried. It seemed hours later when the girls began walking back and forth to keep warm. As they looked out at the sea, they heard a loud cracking noise behind them. The Stone Table had broken in two, and shining in the sunrise, shaking his mane (for it had grown again), stood Aslan.
"Oh, Aslan!" cried the children. "Is it magic?"
"Yes! There is a magic deeper than the Witch knows," he said. "We have a long journey ahead. You must ride on me."
Susan sat clutching his mane, and Lucy sat behind holding tightly to Susan as he shot off with a great heave down into the forest toward the Witch's castle.
When they reached it, Aslan jumped over the wall, and the girls tumbled off his back in the middle of the courtyard. Everywhere statues came to life. Those inside the castle, including Mr. Tumnus, surged into the courtyard.
"Our work isn't over yet," said Aslan. "We must find the battle."
It lasted only a few minutes after Aslan flung himself upon the White Witch. The remaining enemy either gave up or fled.
"If it hadn't been for Edmund," Peter said to Aslan, "we'd have been beaten. He broke the Witch's wand."
The children found him lying wounded a little way back from the fighting line. Lucy remembered the precious medicine and poured a few drops into her brother's mouth. Soon he was standing on his feet also and looking better than ever.
That wasn't all. In the Great Hall of Cair Paravel, Aslan led the children onto four thrones amid shouts of, "Long Live King Peter! Long Live Queen Susan! Long Live King Edmund! Long Live Queen Lucy!"
The Kings and Queens governed Narnia well and long, and if ever they remembered their life in this world, it was like a dream. Yet one year, Mr. Tumnus brought news that a White Stag had been sighted. They followed it into a thicket and saw what looked like a pillar of iron with a lantern on top.
"I think we have been here before," said King Edmund.
"I think that if we pass this post," said Queen Lucy, "we shall find strange adventures or else some great change of fortune."
"Then in the name of Aslan," said Queen Susan, "let us go on."
And before they had walked far, they began making their way not through branches but through coats, and tumbled out of the wardrobe door.
It was still the same day and hour when they had gone in to hide. They felt they really must explain everything to the Professor. He didn't tell them not to be silly but believed the whole story.
"You won't get into Narnia again by the wardrobe," he said. "Don't try to get there at all. It'll happen when you're not looking for it."
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