THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
THE LION THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE BBC
PART 4
TURKISH DELIGHT
PREVIOUSLY: Lucy tried to tell Peter, Edmund and Susan about her adventure in Narnia, but the others don't believe any of her word, leaving Lucy very miserable. She spends for few days downhearted, unwilling to spend time with the others, least to talk to them, because they believe her having made up the story about "magical land within the wardrobe", while Edmund torments her about the matter. During the rainy day, when the children play hide-and-seek game, Lucy sneaks back to the wardrobe and steps inside, unaware of Edmund secretly following her to have another chance to tease her, only to end up into Narnia through the wardrobe himself. Realizing Lucy having speaking the truth, Edmund goes to look for her but runs into a horse-drawn sleigh, on which is sitting a short and ugly Dwarf, white owl and a tall and beautiful but stern lady, who addresses herself as the Queen of Narnia.
"I repeat, what are you?" the lady asked again when Edmund didn't answer right away. "I won't repeat myself again."
Edmund was taken aback by the lady's voice, which easily surpassed even Peter's voice always when he scolded him. He really did not like the look the lady was giving him but he saw no other opinion than to answer.
"Uh... I'm—I'm—my name's Edmund," Edmund said rather awkwardly.
The lady frowned, looking sterner than ever, while the owl looked as if it was preparing to swoop down on him like on its prey.
The Dwarf shook his hand holding the whip at Edmund. "Is that how you address a Queen?!" he spat, and was about to rant more if the lady hadn't held up her hand to silence him.
"I beg your pardon. I didn't know... your Majesty." Edmund said, giving the lady, or the Queen, a light bow.
The lady almost looked amused. "Not know the Queen of Narnia?" she said with the grin. "You shall know us better hereafter."
The Dwarf gaggled snarkily, and its wings flapping owl hooted as if in the manner of laughter.
The amusement soon vanished from the Queen's lips as he turned back to Edmund with the stern look.
"But answer my question." she shouted, loud enough to make Edmund to flinch. "What are you?"
"Please, your Majesty. I don't know what you mean." Edmund said, trying to make a sense of the Queen's question while trying to find the words to explain himself. "I'm at school—at least I was—it's the holidays now."
The lady looked dissatisfied. "But what are you? I want to know WHAT ARE YOU!" the Queen repeated with loud voice. "Are you a great overgrown Dwarf that has cut off its beard."
"Oh, no, your Majesty." Edmund said, a bit offended to be called a Dwarf, which made him slightly bolder. "I never had a beard, I'm a boy."
The Queen's eyes went wide and she let out the surprised gasp, making both the Dwarf and the owl to turn to her, both of them surprised as well.
"A boy?" the Queen whispered, still taken by her own surprise. "Do you mean... you are a Son of Adam?"
Edmund said nothing but frowned in confusion, not exactly understanding what the question meant.
Edmund's lack of response seemed to piss the Queen off and her voice turned into fierce. "I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be. Answer me, once and for all, or I shall lose my patience!"
Edmund stepped back a little, startled by the Queen's voice.
"Are you.. human?" she inquired.
"Yes, your Majesty." Edmund said.
"And how, pray, did you come to enter my dominions?" the Queen questioned again, making it clear to Edmund that she wanted a direct answer without the waste of the time.
"Please, your Majesty, I came in through a wardrobe." Edmund said truthfully.
The Queen frowned, not sure if she had heard him correct. "What do you mean?"
"I—I opened a door and just found myself here, your Majesty," said Edmund.
"The Queen's eyes widened again as if these words made some sort of realization to dawn to her.
"A door." the Queen said, speaking more to herself than to Edmund, but also sounding somewhat troubled. "A door from the World of Men! I have heard of such things. This... this miracle... may wreck all!"
The Dwarf craned his neck up to the Queen. "Calm down, your Majesty. He is only one, and easily dealt with." he said, casting another dirt look at Edmund.
The Queen took the Dwarf's words into serious consideration and she spun her eyes back to Edmund. Edmund didn't know what that meant but he didn't like the way she was looking at him.
Suddenly she rose from her seat in her full height, her flaming eyes on Edmund, and she raised her wand over her head. Edmund jumped back, feeling sure that she was going to do something dreadful.
Until suddenly, the owl took off and landed on the Queen's left shoulder and leaned its head closer to her ear before hooted quietly into it as if whispering to her something.
Edmund could've sworn that he heard someone whispering the next words he heard faintly.
"Yet he might know something, useful maybe."
The Queen was like she was listening the owl's hooting, before she turned back to Edmund. And then, she appeared to change her mind, as she lowered her wand and offered Edmund a sweet, sympathetic smile.
"My poor child." she said in quite a different voice than just a moment ago. "How cold you look!"
The Queen then sat back down to her seat and gestured Edmund to come closer.
"Come and sit by me here on the sledge and I will recommence around you and we will talk." he said sweetly.
Edmund wasn't sure if it was a very good idea to accept the offer from this strange woman.
His mother had even often warned him and his siblings about the dangers of going with strangers, so he briefly thought with dread that if he got on to the sledge, she might drive away with him to some unknown place from which he would not be able to get back.
But neither he dared to disobey, so he walked onward and, despite the Dwarf's dirty look, stepped on to the sledge and sat at her feet.
The Queen smiled down at him as she caressed his cheeks affectionally with her cold but gentle fingers.
"Do you feel a little better?" she asked, to which Edmund responded with the nod.
"Perhaps... something hot to drink. Should you like that?" she asked and took from somewhere among her wrappings a turquoise bottle which looked as if it were made of copper.
"Hmm... yes please." Edmund said with the nod, with his teeth chattering from the cold despite the coat he was wearing.
However, the Witch held the bottle back and gave Edmund a look, silently reminding him how to address her as.
Unlike with Peter when he was always reminding him about something all of time, Edmund dared not to roll his eyes to her.
"Your Majesty." Edmund finished.
The smile return to the Queen's lips, satisfied, before she opened the bottle and held it in the air outside the sledge.
Edmund looked in mixed confusion and curiosity as the Queen let one drop fall from it on to the snow beside the sledge. Edmund followed the drop's fall, which shone like a diamond, before it touched the snow. Then with the jingling BUFF, and there in middle of the hissing and steaming snow stood a jewelled silver cup full of something that steamed, appeared out of nowhere.
Edmund gasped at what he had just seen, surprised, astonished!
The Queen then turned to the Dwarf and nodded her head.
The Dwarf then jumped immediately out of the sledge and picked it up from the snow and handed it to Edmund with a bow and a smile, though not a very nice one, before he returned back to his seat in front of the sledge.
The drink smelled delicious and Edmund was just about to sip it, until he momentarily hesitated and turned to look up to the Queen. "How did you do that?" he asked, still in disbelief that she was able to conjure something like that out of the thin air like... like magic.
"Drink, dear, before it gets cold." the Queen said instead. "Answers can wait a little longer."
Edmund, deciding to let the answers to wait as the Queen said, began to sip the hot drink... and felt instantly much better as it touched his tongue. The drink was something he had never tasted before, very sweet, foamy and creamy. Edmund sighed with the satisfied smile after he had finished drinking. He was quite warm now, and very comfortable.
"Ah. You liked it?" the Queen asked, taking the cup from him.
"Oh, yes, your Majesty." Edmund said. "It makes me feel warmed right down to my toes."
The Queen laughed. "But it is dull for Son of Adam to drink without eating." she said presently. "What would you like best to eat in the all of world?"
Edmund thought for a moment about what he would like to eat best in the whole world. He indeed was a little hungry, but if this Queen was capable to conjure something to tasteful like this cup of sweet drink, then there could be only one thing he liked to eat best. And the thought of it made his mouth water.
"Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty." Edmund said.
"Turkish Delight it shall be." the Queen said with the smile.
It wasn't just Edmund whose mouth got watery about the thought of the Turkish Delight, but the Dwarf looked like he was also wanting some sweets for himself.
The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and another BUFF, and instantly there appeared a round turquoise box standing in the snow, tied with silver silk ribbon, much to Edmund's delight. The Queen then somehow made the box to float up from the snow and to land gently in Edmund's arms, before the knot of the silk ribbon opened on its own accord.
Edmund then opened the lit of the box and smiled widely upon seeing it contain several pounds of the best Turkish Delight.
He immediately began to eat them, picking them out of the box and putting them in his mouth one at the time. Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.
And as he ate, both the Queen and the Dwarf exchanged the sly looks with one another, before the Queen turned to her owl that was still perched on her shoulder and affectionally rubbed it on top of its head. The owl returned to the Queen's affection with the gentle hooting.
"Delicious?" the Queen asked, turninmg back to Edmund.
"Hmm." Edmund hummed and nodded, at least remembering it to be rude to speak with one's mouth full.
"Good." the Queen said, putting the cork back in the bottle. "But this is the cold place for talking. Let's adjust." the Queen added, as she took her wand and pointed it at the empty spot next to the road.
And all of the sudden, a pale green tented pavilion with the turquoise-edged curtains appeared out of thin air, making Edmund gasp in amazed.
"Now come... and let us talk." the Queen said and got up from the seat.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere, in Mr. Tumnus' cave, Mr. Tumnus had made tea on the stove and set the table with the same and new delicacies, with Lucy making herself comfortable there and also lending her helpful hand to the Faun.
When being asked first by the Faun how she has been, Lucy had told him how everybody back home hadn't believed her when she had told them about Narnia, about him, and about everything else she had seen, heard and experienced during of her first trip here, which had made her feel so miserable to the point where she didn't want to have anything to do with them, least to talk to them for the few past days... especially since they kept claiming she had made up the whole thing and that her brother kept teasing her because of it.
And Mr. Tumnus, though initially amazed that Lucy had three other siblings as well, which including her made four of them, but having no heart to bother her with the meaning of it, felt sorry for her and sympathized with her, even though he admitted that he hadn't told about her to anyone of his friends - few friends, very few ones - out of fear of that information might fall into the wrong hands and reach to the ears of the White Witch.
"What about the White Witch? She hasn't done nothing to you for letting me go?" Lucy asked.
Mr. Tumnus shook his head. "Hasn't done a thing, which could only mean she hasn't found out." the Faun told her, before he looked a bit confused. "What can be the matter with her spies even though the woods is full of them?"
Lucy chuckled, relieved of this information. However, this only allowed another equally dreadful feeling to enter into her mind.
*It was quite dark when I first came here. Maybe they didn't recognize me as a human when I was next to Mr. Tumnus, but they probably suspected something. Maybe they needed to be sure who I was before taking an action.*
Lucy then spun around to look at Mr. Tumnus.
"Unless... you don't think they've been waiting for me to come back... to catch both of us?" Lucy questioned.
Mr. Tumnus just looked at her, unable to answer this question more precisely... and pretty much uncertain about the matter himself.
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Meanwhile, the Queen and Edmund had entered into the tent pavilion and closed the curtains to have some privarcy, while the Dwarf was left outside to watch over the sledge and two-horned horses. The Dwarf didn't like to be left outside of his Queen and Edmund's conversation and sneaked quietly next to the curtain to eaverstop.
Inside the tent pavilion, there was a couple of seats in each sides of the table, one of which sat the Queen and in the another sat Edmund, who was still in busy to shovel down as much Turkish Delight as he could. The Queen's owl had meanwhile left her shoulder and perched on the wooden bird stand meant for him, witnessing quietly the conversation that was about to happen.
"Now, Son of Adam," the Queen started, beginning the conversation. "I am eager to know ALL about you. You're here alone? There are no... otherts... with you?"
Edmund took the break with eating and turned to the Queen. "I'm not sure, your Majesty. I have this sister of mine. Well, in fact, I have a brother and two sisters." Edmund replied, before shoveling more Turkish Delight in his mouth.
"Two... three... four..." the Queen counted, until it suddenly dawned to her and she looked instantly alarmed. "FOUR?!"
The owl began to hoot and flap its wings frantically, aggravated upon hearing the number "four" and the Queen rising her voice because of it. And it kept doing it, until the Queen - quickly finding her own composure - calmed it down by rubbing its back calmly. Outside of the tent, the Dwarf looked equally alarmed as well when the realization dawned to him.
Edmund nodded in comfirmation as he kept eating more Turkish Delights.
"And where are they? These other three... humans?" the Queen asked calmly but keenly interested to hear more.
"Well, the other two are still back home, but can't say for sure for one of them, Lucy, my little sister." Edmund said, eating more Turkish Delights as he continued. "You see, your Majesty, nobody believed her when she told us she'd been here before and had a tea with the Faun named Mr. Tumnus."
The Queen gasped again in surprise from this information, and her owl seemed aggravated again, but this time managed to keep its temper.
Edmund ate few more Turkish Delights as he continued. "Anyway, me and Lucy are the only ones in the whole human world to know anything about... what you call it... Narnia."
The Queen listened quietly and carefully before putting two and two together.
"Four of them... Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve... the Prophecy of Cair Paravel..." she whispered with the trempled voice, knowing exactly what this meant.
Edmund kept eating the Turkish Delight until he had finished eating the very last one. Afterwards he looked disappointedly down at the empty box in his hands.
"It's all gone." Edmund said, snapping the Queen out of her thoughts.
"What?" she asked, not having heard him correct.
"Turkish Delight." Edmund said, showing her the empty box, and wished that she would ask him whether he would like some more. "I could eat twice as much."
But to Edmund's disappointment, the Queen turned her head away, not offer him any more, and went back in her own thoughts.
However, the Queen looked like she was well aware of what Edmund was thinking: After having gobbled down every last Turkish Delight in such of gluttonous hurry, he was asking for more.
The Queen smiled slyly, for she knew something what Edmund did not.
The Turkish Delight she had offered to him to eat was enchanted, meaning that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and the one would even be willing to do anything, just anything, to be allowed to eat more.
And now that she was armed with enough of information she had managed to get out of Edmund so far, the Queen knew exactly what to say next.
"Your Majesty?" Edmund said, with the intention to ask for more Turkish Delight.
But before he could ask for more, he was cut off when the Queen swiftly spun around and turned back to him with the sweet smile on her lips.
Outside of the tent, when the conversation didn't seem to go on with the Queen staying quiet and the boy asking for more sweets, a little disappointed and from the waiting bored Dwarf was shivering with cold and wrapped his arms around himself to keep himself warm. But when he heard his Queen speaking again, he moved closer the curtains to eavesdrop.
"Son of Adam, I should so much like to meet your brother and sisters. You must bring them to me." the Queen instructed.
Edmund was little confused of why she wanted to meet his brother and sisters, but he didn't bother to question the reason behind it and nodded nonethless.
"Alright, I'll try." Edmund said with the dry voice, but the Queen seemed to not mind.
"Because, if you bring them to me, I should give you more Turkish Delight." the Queen said with the tempting voice.
The very thought of having more Turkish Delight to eat overcame Edmund's patience. "Oh, give it to me now!" he pleaded, forgetting to call her "Your Majesty" but she didn't seem to mind it.
"But I can't." the Queen said apologetically. "The magic will work only once. It would be another matter if you were in my house. My... magic house."
"I want to go there now. I want more Turkish Delight." Edmund insisted. At this point, he had completely forgotten about the fear and caution that were now replaced by addiction and greed.
"It is a lovely place, my house. I am sure you would like it. There are whole rooms full of Turkish Delight." the Queen continued, until her voice and face both all of the sudden turned into melancholy.. "Except for one thing: I have no children of my own."
Edmund sighed in snort-like manner at this as the Queen continued.
"I would so much like a nice boy I could bring up... as a prince." the Queen said.
Edmund's eyes went wide when it dawned to him what the Queen meant.
"He would be King of Narnia when I am gone." the Queen continued.
Edmund gapped as he slowly turned to the Queen, suddenly intrigued by this.
"He would wear a gold crown and eat Turkish Delight all day long." the Queen continued as she turned back to Edmund with the smile. "And as you are much the cleverest and handsomest young man I've ever met... I wish to make YOU the prince."
Edmund smiled broadly at her! He would like to become a prince, wear the crown of his own and eat the Turkish Delight always and as much as he ever wanted. He would like it very much indeed!
"When you bring the others to visit me." the Queen finished, as if it had been the terms in return for all of these things she could grand to him.
Edmund's shoulders dropped in disappointment. "But why can't we go in there now?" he asked, wanting to get there to become the prince, and king, and to get more Turkish Delight as quickly as possible.
"Oh, but if I took you there now, I shouldn't see your brother and your sisters." the Queen reasoned, making Edmund to frown deeply.
"We must have courtiers and nobles. I will make your brother a Duke and your sisters Duchesses." the Queen continued.
"Oh, I shouldn't bother." Edmund said. "There's nothing special about them!"
The Queen's eyes widened a little and her faces's grew tensed.
"Maybe I could bring them another time." Edmund suggested.
"But once in my house, you will forget about every-thing...!" the Queen said with the raised voice, until she quickly regained her composure and lowered her voice again. "No! No, no, no, no, no. You must go back to your own country now and come to me another day, with them."
Edmund was just about to say something against it, but he was silenced by the look the Queen gave him.
"Otherwise..." she said with the low and soft but serious voice.
"But I don't even know the way back to my own country," Edmund pointed out, remembering that he didn't even know this place at all. "Let alone the way to your house."
"Well, that's easy." the Queen said and turned to the wall of the tent next to her and raised her hand up. Then, all of the sudden, there appeared a magical window out of the thin air that showed the same lamppost under which Lucy had met the Faun.
Edmund gasped again in amazement. Seemingly there was more than this woman could do.
"Do you see that lamp? I think somewhere beyond that lamp lies the gate to the world of men. Now look the other way." she instructed as she raised her hand to the other wall of the tent next to Edmund. The Queen conjured another window which showed two hills standing next to each other, leaving a gap between of them.
"Do you see those two hills?" the Queen asked, to which Edmund said 'yes'. "My house is between those hills."
The Queen the broke the spell and the windows disappeared, making Edmund to turn back to her.
"So next time remember; find the lamppost, seek for two hills, walk through the wood on the left side of the river till you reach my house. And you must bring the others with you." the Queen instructed, before she gave Edmund a very hard stare as if a warning. "I might have to be very angry if you came alone."
Edmund listened intently every instruction, and the Queen's last words filled him with unwillingness to let her down.
"I'll do my best." he promised.
The Queen nodded with the sweet smile, pleased, before she opened her mouth again to say something more.
"Oh! And by the way. There's no need to tell the others about me. Make it a lovely surprise for them." she instructed. "A clever boy like you will easily think of some excuse for that. When you come to my house with them, you could just say 'Let's see who lives here' or something like that. It would be the best."
And then the queen's face turned into something that looked like the one has been offended by gossips someone mean person has been speaking about in one's expense and behind the one's back.
"And if your sister has met one of those Fauns, she may have heard a nasty stories about me, that might make her afraid to come to me." she explained. "Fauns will say anything, you know."
For some reason, most likely due to having seeing the Queen's sweet and kind side and assuming that the Faun Lucy had met was very mean to say something so nasty about the Queen, Edmund nodded his head in firm agreement.
"So, let's keep it a secret." the Queen said, to which Edmund agreed.
The Dwarf outside of the tent sensed that the conversation was soon to come to an end, so he rushed away from the curtains and back to his seat in the sledge.
The Queen, with the owl perched on her right shoulder, and Edmund then came out of the tent, with the Queen returning to her seat in the sledge and Edmund remained to stand next to it. The Queen then turned to the tent pavilion and pointed her want at it, making it to disappear to the thin air, leaving no trace of it.
However, as the Queen and the Dwarf prepared to depart, Edmund grabbed from the edge of the sledge and looked at the Queen with the pleading look on his face.
"Please, your Majesty, couldn't I have just one piece of Turkish Delight to eat on the way home?"
"NO!" the Queen roared in his face, making Edmund to jump back, startled by her voice. Even the owl on her shoulder jumped startled a step or two away from her.
The Queen, however, regained her composure again and lowered her voice into sweet one.
"No. Don't want to ruin your appetite." she said with the smile. "You must wait till the next time. Just think how good it will taste then."
This made Edmund to smile.
The Queen then signalled to the Dwarf to drive on and the Dwarf whipped the horses on the move. But as they went, the Queen called out to Edmund the very last words before the sledge swept away out of sight.
"NEXT TIME! NEXT TIME!"
Edmund stood still staring after the sledge, before he let out the sigh and walked away from the road.
Following his own tracks and the Queen's instructions, Edmund found his way back to the Lamppost he had not previously paid any attention. He stopped to look at it for a moment, until he heard someone calling his own name. He turned around and saw Lucy coming towards him from another part of the wood.
"Edmund! Oh, Edmund!" she cried as she ran to stand in front of him. "So you got in too! Isn't it wonderful?"
Lucy was about to rush in to hug Edmund, but Edmund stopped her before she could.
"Alright! Alright!" he said. "You were right. It is a magic wardrobe after all. I'll say I'm sorry if you like."
Lucy smiling, wordlessly forgiving Edmund for being mean to her for the past few days. She was only glad that he has seen all of this himself and believed her now.
Edmund's face then turned serious. "But where on earth have you been all this time? I've been looking for you everywhere." he asked with the snappish voice.
"With Mr. Tumnus the Faun. He's fine and well." Lucy answered quickly. "And the White Witch has done nothing to him for letting me go. So perhaps... perhaps everything is going to be all right after all."
"The White Witch?" Edmund said with the raised eyebrow, not knowing what Lucy was talking about. "Who is she?"
"She is a perfectly a terrible person." Lucy said with open disdain. "She calls herself the Queen of Narnia though she has no right to, and all the Fauns and Dryads and Naiads and Dwarfs and all the other animals—at least all the nice ones—simply hate her. She does all kinds of horrible things."
Lucy then gestured to the snowy woods around them. "This is her doing. She has made a magic so that it is always winter in Narnia—always winter, but never Christmas."
This was all new to Edmund, who remembered that the Queen hadn't told him anything about there to be someone called 'the White Witch' around here.
"What does this Witch look like?" he asked.
"She drives about on a sledge, with the crown on her head, and her magic wand in her hand with which she can turn people into stone." Lucy described, before she began to make her way towards the fir trees, Edmund following closely behind.
While he walked behind Lucy and took everything he had heard it, Edmund began to feel very uncomfortable, not only from having eaten too many sweets or the cold air, but from the realization that the Lady he had made friends with matched perfectly to Lucy's description of this White Witch.
But remembering the Lady warning him about the nasty gossip everybody was telling about her behind her back, and that he still wanted to taste that Turkish Delight again more than he wanted anything else, he stiffened his face as hard as stone.
Edmund then looked over his left shoulder back to the direction where he had ran into the Queen... and grinned deviously.
"Lucy?" Edmund called as they were standing right next to the fir trees hiding the wardrobe. Lucy stopped and turned to Edmund. "Who told you all that stuff about the White Witch?" he asked with a bit too snarky voice.
"Mr. Tumnus, the Faun." Lucy replied.
"Oh, well. You know Fauns? They'll say anything." Edmund said, repeating the Queen's words. "You can't always believe what Fauns say." he added, trying to sound as if he knew far more about them than Lucy.
Lucy quicked her eyebrow in confusion of her brother's words. "Who said so?"
"Everybody knows that." Edmund shrugged. "Ask anybody you like."
With that, Edmund walked past Lucy and brushed past the fir trees' branches. Lucy stood there for a moment, still confused by Edmund's attitude and his words, but ultimately decided to let the matter go and followed Edmund right through the tree branches and found Edmund there, standing in the wardrobe amongst the fur coats, in his own thoughts.
"Oh Edmund, I am glad you've got in too. The others will have to believe in Narnia now that both of us have been there. It will be fun." Lucy said excitedly.
However, Edmund didn't share her excitement about all of this at all.
"Fun for you." Edmund said rather irritably as he took off his coat, and Lucy took off her own coat too. "I'll have to admit it before all the others that you were right."
Lucy then took off her own coat, until Edmund continued.
"Am I supposed to be on the side of the Fauns and Dryads and the animals?" Edmund questioned.
He did not like to side with the ones who would talk ill about this Queen, or the Witch, as he was already more than half on ther side.
There was just one problem, though, and Edmund knew it: What he was going to say once they were all talking about Narnia? How he was supposed to keep his secret before the right time comes.
"But what if you could be on their side? They're the only people we know there." Lucy pointed out.
Lucy then saw Edmund's face, which were flushed and strangely pale.
"You look awful, Edmund. You look like you're going to be sick." Lucy said worriedly.
But Edmund brushed off her worries, even though he was indeed feeling very sick but did not want to admit it.
"Oh, come on." he said dismissively, ushering Lucy quickly out of the wardrobe into the empty room before he closed the wardrobe's door behind them.
Lucy and Edmund hurried then downstairs, Lucy running ahead and Edmund strolling behind.
TO BE CONTINUED...