The Untold Tale
The Untold Tale
By: Tumnus
Prologue
Dear reader,
When I first met Lucy Pevensie, I was, to say the least, rather alarmed. She was the strangest creature I had ever laid eyes on. And I when I found she was a Daughter of Eve, well, that didn't make things any better. For, the White Witch had given me orders that if I ever found a Daughter of Eve or a Son of Adam I was to turn them in to her and I would be handsomely rewarded. I never thought I would ever have to carry out those orders, but here,standing in front of me, was a Daughter of Eve. My mind immediately flew to Cair Paravel and my heart rose with the thought that this small creature, not so terrible as I had imagined, might be one of the four destined to fill the empty thrones and bring peace and life back to Narnia. But there was no help for it, I knew that if I faltered now the witch would surely find out, so I invited this strange new creature home for tea, for I have found that few can resist a good cup of tea.
As we chatted, I found myself growing fond of this new acquaintance and I kept having to remind myself not to get attached, after all, I had a good idea what was going to happen once the Witch got hold of her. And so, with the high heart of one saving his own skin, I lulled my guest to sleep. It was then that the Great Lion Aslan must have pricked my conscience. For, as I sat there looking at the sweet face of the slumbering Lucy, the feeling that I was doing the most selfish and brutish thing a Narnian could do swept over me. And when she awoke to find me in a state of dejection, she tried to comfort me in such a kind, caring tone that it only made me feel worse. Then, when I told her what I was going to do, she didn't even get angry. Instead she seemed far more worried about me, and that is when I said to myself, "Tumnus" I said "you are going to save this creature if it is the last thing you do. And it probably will be. But never you mind that, you are going to do the right thing for once in your miserable life."
Now, dear reader, I'm sure you know the rest of the account, for Jack, a very good friend of mine, took our adventures and set them down in pen and ink that all might know our story. And he did a very fine job at it too. But unfortunately he was unable to tell much of what happened during the Golden Age when the four kings and queens reigned at Cair Paravel. And to remedy this I too have taken up my pen to tell you a tale.