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THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE

: CLIVE LEWIS
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THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE



CHAPTER ONE.
LUCY LOOKS INTO A WARDROBE

ONCE there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs Macready and three servants. (Their names were Ivy, Margaret and Betty, but they do not come into the story much.) He himself was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his head, and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at the front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and Edmund (who was the next youngest) wanted to laugh and had to keep on pretending he was blowing his nose to hide it.
As soon as they had said good night to the Professor and gone upstairs on the first night, the boys came into the girls room and they all talked it over.
Weve fallen on our feet and no mistake, said Peter. This is going to be perfectly splendid. That old chap will let us do anything we like.
I think hes an old dear, said Susan.
Oh, come off it! said Edmund, who was tired and pretending not to be tired, which always made him bad-tempered. Dont go on talking like that.
Like what? said Susan; and anyway, its time you were in bed.
Trying to talk like Mother, said Edmund. And who are you to say when Im to go to bed? Go to bed yourself.
Hadnt we all better go to bed? said Lucy. Theres sure to be a row if were heard talking here.
No there wont, said Peter. I tell you this is the sort of house where no ones going to mind what we do. Anyway, they wont hear us. Its about ten minutes walk from here down to that dining-room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between.
Whats that noise? said Lucy suddenly. It was a far larger house than she had ever been in before and the thought of all those long passages and rows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a little creepy.
Its only a bird, silly, said Edmund.
Its an owl, said Peter. This is going to be a wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed now. I say, lets go and explore tomorrow. You might find anything in a place like this. Did you see those mountains as we came along? And the woods? There might be eagles. There might be stags. Therell be hawks.
Badgers! said Lucy.
Foxes! said Edmund.
Rabbits! said Susan.
But when next morning came there was a steady rain falling, so thick that when you looked out of the window you could see neither the mountains nor the woods nor even the stream in the garden.
Of course it would be raining! said Edmund. They had just finished their breakfast with the Professor and were upstairs in the room he had set apart for thema long, low room with two windows looking out in one direction and two in another.
Do stop grumbling, Ed, said Susan. Ten to one itll clear up in an hour or so. And in the meantime were pretty well off. Theres a wireless and lots of books.
Not for me"said Peter; Im going to explore in the house.
Everyone agreed to this and that was how the adventures began. It was the sort of house that you never seem to come to the end of, and it was full of unexpected places. The first few doors they tried led only into spare bedrooms, as everyone had expected that they would; but soon they came to a very long room full of pictures and there they found a suit of armour; and after that was a room all hung with green, with a harp in one corner; and then came three steps down and five steps up, and then a kind of little upstairs hall and a door that led out on to a balcony, and then a whole series of rooms that led into each other and were lined with booksmost of them very old books and some bigger than a Bible in a church. And shortly after that they looked into a room that was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door. There was nothing else in the room at all except a dead blue-bottle on the window-sill.
Nothing there! said Peter, and they all trooped out againall except Lucy. She stayed behind because she thought it would be worth while trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt almost sure that it would be locked. To her surprise it opened quite easily, and two moth-balls dropped out.
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