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“This is the land of Narnia,” said the Faun, “where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea. Chronicles of Narnia 6 - Magician's Nephew, The · Read more The Voyage of the Dawn Treader: The Chronicles of Narnia · Read more. Set in the fictional realm of Narnia, a fantasy world of magic, mythical beasts, and talking animals, the series narrates the adventures of various children who play central roles in the unfolding history of that world. Except in The Horse and His Boy, the protagonists are all.
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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. Borba 1 MAIKON LAUX BORBA ENG Professor: Dr. Bane Date: April 14, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe: How to. C.S. LEWIS & THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA BBC REWRITING AND ADAPTATIONS RADIO AND TV C. S. LEWIS – THE MAGICIAN'S NEPHEW It is the.
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The Sign of the Four. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. What on earth are you crying about? You are the nicest Faun I've ever met. I don't suppose there ever was a worse Faun since the beginning of the world. He would never have done a thing like this. That's what I am. I'm in the pay of the White Witch. Who is she? It's she that makes it always winter. Always winter and never Christmas; think of that! Look at me, Daughter of Eve. Would you believe that I'm the sort of Faun to meet a poor innocent child in the wood, one that had never done me any harm, and pretend to be friendly with it, and invite it home to my cave, all for the sake of lulling it asleep and then handing it over to the White Witch?
But you're so sorry for it that I'm sure you will never do it again. I'm doing it now, this very moment. And you are the first I've ever met.
And I've pretended to be your friend an asked you to tea, and all the time I've been meaning to wait till you were asleep and then go and tell Her. Indeed, indeed you really mustn't. And she'll have my tail cut off and my horns sawn off, and my beard plucked out, and she'll wave her wand over my beautiful clove hoofs and turn them into horrid solid hoofs like wretched horse's.
And if she is extra and specially angry she'll turn me into stone and I shall be only statue of a Faun in her horrible house until the four thrones at Cair Paravel are filled and goodness knows when that will happen, or whether it will ever happen at all. I see that now.
I hadn't known what Humans were like before I met you. Of course I can't give you up to the Witch; not now that I know you. But we must be off at once. I'll see you back to the lamp-post. I suppose you can find your own way from there back to Spare Oom and War Drobe? Even some of the trees are on her side. The journey back was not at all like the journey to the Faun's cave; they stole along as quickly as they could, without speaking a word, and Mr Tumnus kept to the darkest places.
Lucy was relieved when they reached the lamp-post again. Lucy looked very hard between the trees and could just see in the distance a patch of light that looked like daylight.
And presently instead of rough branch brushing past her she felt coats, and instead of crunching snow under her feet she felt wooden board and all at once she found herself jumping out of the wardrobe into the same empty room from which the whole adventure had started.
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She shut the wardrobe door tightly behind her and looked around, panting for breath. It was still raining and she could hear the voices of the others in the passage. I've come back I'm all right. You'll have to hide longer than that if you want people to start looking for you. The others all stared at one another. And why shouldn't she? There's a wood inside it, and it's snowing, and there's a Faun and a Witch and it's called Narnia; come and see.
She rushed ahead of them, flung open the door of the wardrobe and cried, "Now! There was no wood and no snow, only the back of the wardrobe, with hooks on it. Peter went in and rapped his knuckles on it to make sure that it was solid. We half believed you. It was all different a moment ago.
Honestly it was. I promise. You've had your joke. Hadn't you better drop it now? For the next few days she was very miserable. She could have made it up with the others quite easily at any moment if she could have brought herself to say that the whole thing was only a story made up for fun. But Lucy was a very truthful girl and she knew that she was really in the right; and she could not bring herself to say this. The others who thought she was telling a lie, and a silly lie too, made her very unhappy.
The two elder ones did this without meaning to do it, but Edmund could be spiteful, and on this occasion he was spiteful. He sneered and jeered at Lucy and kept on asking her if she'd found any other new countries in other cupboards all over the house. What made it worse was that these days ought to have been delightful. The weather was fine and they were out of doors from morning to night, bathing, fishing, climbing trees, and lying in the heather. But Lucy could not properly enjoy any of it.
And so things went on until the next wet day. That day, when it came to the afternoon and there was still no sign of a break in the weather, they decided to play hide-and-seek. Susan was "It" and as soon as the others scattered to hide, Lucy went to the room where the wardrobe was.
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She did not mean to hide in the wardrobe, because she knew that would only set the others talking again about the whole wretched business. But she did want to have one more look inside it; for by this time she was beginning to wonder herself whether Narnia and the Faun had not been a dream. The house was so large and complicated and full of hiding-places that she thought she would have time to have one look into the wardrobe and then hide somewhere else.
But as soon as she reached it she heard steps in the passage outside, and then there was nothing for it but to jump into the wardrobe and hold the door closed behind her. She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one. Now the steps she had heard were those of Edmund; and he came into the room just in time to see Lucy vanishing into the wardrobe.
He at once decided to get into it himself not because he thought it a particularly good place to hide but because he wanted to go on teasing her about her imaginary country. He opened the door. There were the coats hanging up as usual, and a smell of mothballs, and darkness and silence, and no sign of Lucy. Then he began feeling about for Lucy in the dark.
He had expected to find her in a few seconds and was very surprised when he did not.
He decided to open the door again and let in some light. But he could not find the door either. He didn't like this at all and began groping wildly in every direction; he even shouted out, "Lucy! Where are you? I know you're here. He also noticed that he was unexpectedly cold; and then he saw a light.
But instead of finding himself stepping out into the spare room he found himself stepping out from the shadow of some thick dark fir trees into an open place in the middle of a wood.
There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees. Overhead there was pale blue sky, the sort of sky one sees on a fine winter day in the morning. Straight ahead of him he saw between the tree-trunks the sun, just rising, very red and clear. Everything was perfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that country. There was not even a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could see in every direction.
He shivered. He now remembered that he had been looking for Lucy; and also how unpleasant he had been to her about her "imaginary country" which now turned out not to have been imaginary at all. He thought that she must be somewhere quite close and so he shouted, "Lucy! I'm here too-Edmund. And though he did not like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold, quiet place; so he shouted again.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I see now you were right all along. Do come out. Make it Pax. He listened and the sound came nearer and nearer and at last there swept into sight a sledge drawn by two reindeer. The reindeer were about the size of Shetland ponies and their hair was so white that even the snow hardly looked white compared with them; their branching horns were gilded and shone like something on fire when the sunrise caught them.
Their harness was of scarlet leather and covered with bells. On the sledge, driving the reindeer, sat a fat dwarf who would have been about three feet high if he had been standing. He was dressed in polar bear's fur and on his head he wore a red hood with a long gold tassel hanging down from its point; his huge beard covered his knees and served him instead of a rug. But behind him, on a much higher seat in the middle of the sledge sat a very different person a great lady, taller than any woman that Edmund had ever seen.
She also was covered in white fur up to her throat and held a long straight golden wand in her right hand and wore a golden crown on her head. Her face was white - not merely pale, but white like snow or paper or icing-sugar, except for her very red mouth. It was a beautiful face in other respects, but proud and cold and stern. The sledge was a fine sight as it came sweeping towards Edmund with the bells jingling and the dwarf cracking his whip and the snow flying up on each side of it.
Then they recovered themselves and stood champing their bits and blowing. In the frosty air the breath coming out of their nostrils looked like smoke. He did not like the way she looked at him.
The Lady frowned, "Is that how you address a Queen? You shall know us better hereafter. But I repeat-what are you? I'm at school - at least I was it's the holidays now.
He was too confused by this time to understand what the question meant. Are you human? What do you mean? A door from the world of men! I have heard of such things. This may wreck all. But he is only one, and he is easily dealt with. Edmund felt sure that she was going to do something dreadful but he seemed unable to move.
Then, just as he gave himself up for lost, she appeared to change her mind. Come and sit with me here on the sledge and I will put my mantle round you and we will talk. The Queen took from somewhere among her wrappings a very small bottle which looked as if it were made of copper.
Then, holding out her arm, she let one drop fall from it on the snow beside the sledge. Edmund saw the drop for a second in mid-air, shining like a diamond. But the moment it touched the snow there was a hissing sound and there stood a jewelled cup full of something that steamed. The dwarf immediately took this and handed it to Edmund with a bow and a smile; not a very nice smile.
Edmund felt much better as he began to sip the hot drink. It was something he had never tasted before, very sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed him right down to his toes. The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and instantly there appeared a round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds of the best Turkish Delight. Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.
He was quite warm now, and very comfortable. While he was eating the Queen kept asking him questions. At first Edmund tried to remember that it is rude to speak with one's mouth full, but soon he forgot about this and thought only of trying to shovel down as much Turkish Delight as he could, and the more he ate the more he wanted to eat, and he never asked himself why the Queen should be so inquisitive. She got him to tell her that he had one brother and two sisters, and that one of his sisters had already been in Narnia and had met a Faun there, and that no one except himself and his brother and his sisters knew anything about Narnia.
She seemed especially interested in the fact that there were four of them, and kept on coming back to it. At last the Turkish Delight was all finished and Edmund was looking very hard at the empty box and wishing that she would ask him whether he would like some more.
Probably the Queen knew quite well what he was thinking; for she knew, though Edmund did not, that this was enchanted Turkish Delight and that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves. But she did not offer him any more.
Instead, she said to him, "Son of Adam, I should so much like to see your brother and your two sisters. Will you bring them to see me? I can't do it now, the magic will only work once. In my own house it would be another matter.
When he had first got on to the sledge he had been afraid that she might drive away with him to some unknown place from which he would not be able to get back; but he had forgotten about that fear now. There are whole rooms full of Turkish Delight, and what's more, I have no children of my own. While he was Prince he would wear a gold crown and eat Turkish Delight all day long; and you are much the cleverest and handsomest young man I've ever met. I think I would like to make you the Prince - some day, when you bring the others to visit me.
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His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say. I very much want to know your charming relations. You are to be the Prince and - later on - the King; that is understood. But you must have courtiers and nobles. I will make your brother a Duke and your sisters Duchesses.
You would be enjoying yourself so much that you wouldn't want the bother of going to fetch them. You must go back to your own country now and come to me another day, with them, you understand. It is no good coming without them. And now look the other way'here she pointed in the opposite direction - "and tell me if you can see two little hills rising above the trees.
So next time you come you have only to find the lamp-post and look for those two hills and walk through the wood till you reach my house.
But remember - you must bring the others with you. I might have to be very angry with you if you came alone. It would be fun to keep it a secret between us two, wouldn't it? Make it a surprise for them. Just bring them along to the two hills - a clever boy like you will easily think of some excuse for doing that - and when you come to my house you could just say "Let's see who lives here" or something like that. I am sure that would be best.
If your sister has met one of the Fauns, she may have heard strange stories about me - nasty stories that might make her afraid to come to me. Fauns will say anything, you know, and now -" "Please, please," said Edmund suddenly, "please couldn't I have just one piece of Turkish Delight to eat on the way home? Next time! Don't forget. Come soon. Isn't it wonderful, and now-" "All right," said Edmund, "I see you were right and it is a magic wardrobe after all.
I'll say I'm sorry if you like. But where on earth have you been all this time? I've been looking for you everywhere. And she can turn people into stone and do all kinds of horrible things. And she has made a magic so that it is always winter in Narnia - always winter, but it never gets to Christmas. And she drives about on a sledge, drawn by reindeer, with her wand in her hand and a crown on her head. But he still wanted to taste that Turkish Delight again more than he wanted anything else.
But it's pretty poor sport standing here in the snow. Let's go home. The others will have to believe in Narnia now that both of us have been there. What fun it will be! He would have to admit that Lucy had been right, before all the others, and he felt sure the others would all be on the side of the Fauns and the animals; but he was already more than half on the side of the Witch. He did not know what he would say, or how he would keep his secret once they were all talking about Narnia.
By this time they had walked a good way. Then suddenly they felt coats around them instead of branches and next moment they were both standing outside the wardrobe in the empty room.
Don't you feel well? He was feeling very sick. What a lot we shall have to tell them! And what wonderful adventures we shall have now that we're all in it together. But when at last they were all together which happened in the long room, where the suit of armour was Lucy burst out: "Peter! It's all true. Edmund has seen it too. There is a country you can get to through the wardrobe. Edmund and I both got in.
We met one another in there, in the wood. Go on, Edmund; tell them all about it. And now we come to one of the nastiest things in this story. Up to that moment Edmund had been feeling sick, and sulky, and annoyed with Lucy for being right, but he hadn't made up his mind what to do.
When Peter suddenly asked him the question he decided all at once to do the meanest and most spiteful thing he could think of. He decided to let Lucy down. And Edmund gave a very superior look as if he were far older than Lucy there was really only a year's difference and then a little snigger and said, "Oh, yes, Lucy and I have been playing - pretending that all her story about a country in the wardrobe is true.
There's nothing there really. Edmund, who was becoming a nastier person every minute, thought that he had scored a great success, and went on at once to say, "There she goes again. What's the matter with her?
That's the worst of young kids, they always -" "Look here," said Peter, turning on him savagely, "shut up! You've been perfectly beastly to Lu ever since she started this nonsense about the wardrobe, and now you go playing games with her about it and setting her off again. I believe you did it simply out of spite. Lu was perfectly all right when we left home, but since we've been down here she seems to be either going queer in the head or else turning into a most frightful liar.
But whichever it is, what good do you think you'll do by jeering and nagging at her one day and encouraging her the next? You've always liked being beastly to anyone smaller than yourself; we've seen that at school before now.
Let's go and find Lucy. Nothing they could say to her made any difference. She stuck to her story and said: "I don't care what you think, and I don't care what you say. You can tell the Professor or you can write to Mother or you can do anything you like. I know I've met a Faun in there and - I wish I'd stayed there and you are all beasts, beasts.
Lucy was miserable and Edmund was beginning to feel that his plan wasn't working as well as he had expected. The two older ones were really beginning to think that Lucy was out of her mind. They stood in the passage talking about it in whispers long after she had gone to bed. The result was the next morning they decided that they really would go and tell the whole thing to the Professor.
Then he sat listening to them with the tips of his fingers pressed together and never interrupting, till they had finished the whole story. After that he said nothing for quite a long time.
Then he cleared his throat and said the last thing either of them expected: "How do you know," he asked, "that your sister's story is not true?
Anyone could see from the old man's face that he was perfectly serious. Then Susan pulled herself together and said, "But Edmund said they had only been pretending. For instance - if you will excuse me for asking the question - does your experience lead you to regard your brother or your sister as the more reliable?
I mean, which is the more truthful? One has only to look at her and talk to her to see that she is not mad. She had never dreamed that a grown-up would talk like the Professor and didn't know what to think. There are only three possibilities. Either your sister is telling lies, or she is mad, or she is telling the truth.
You know she doesn't tell lies and it is obvious that she is not mad For the moment then and unless any further evidence turns up, we must assume that she is telling the truth.
I mean, there was nothing there when we looked; even Lucy didn't pretend the was. She came running after us the very moment we were out of the room. It was less than minute, and she pretended to have been away for hours.
On the other hand, I don't think many girls of her age would invent that idea for themselves. If she had been pretending, she would have hidden for a reasonable time before coming out and telling her story.
She felt that the conversation was beginning to get off the point. And that was the end of that conversation. After this things were a good deal better for Lucy.
Peter saw to it that Edmund stopped jeering at her, and neither she nor anyone else felt inclined to talk about the wardrobe at all. It had become a rather alarming subject. And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to an end; but that was not to be. This house of the Professor's - which even he knew so little about - was so old and famous that people from all over England used to come and ask permission to see over it.
It was the sort of house that is mentioned in guide books and even in histories; and well it might be, for all manner of stories were told about it, some of them even stranger than the one I am telling you now.
And when parties of sightseers arrived and asked to see the house, the Professor always gave them permission, and Mrs Macready, the housekeeper, showed them round, telling them about the pictures and the armour, and the rare books in the library. Mrs Macready was not fond of children, and did not like to be interrupted when she was telling visitors all the things she knew. She had said to Susan and Peter almost on the first morning along with a good many other instructions , "And please remember you're to keep out of the way whenever I'm taking a party over the house.
That was how the adventures began for the second time. A few mornings later Peter and Edmund were looking at the suit of armour and wondering if they could take it to bits when the two girls rushed into the room and said, "Look out! Here comes the Macready and a whole gang with her. But when they had got out into the Green Room and beyond it, into the Library, they suddenly heard voices ahead of them, and realized that Mrs Macready must be bringing her party of sightseers up the back stairs - instead of up the front stairs as they had expected.
And after that - whether it was that they lost their heads, or that Mrs Macready was trying to catch them, or that some magic in the house had come to life and was chasing them into Narnia they seemed to find themselves being followed everywhere, until at last Susan said, "Oh bother those trippers! Here - let's get into the Wardrobe Room till they've passed. No one will follow us in there. All four of them bundled inside it and sat there, panting, in the dark.
Peter held the door closed but did not shut it; for, of course, he remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe. What's the matter with this place? I'm sitting on something wet. It's getting wetter every minute. It's getting light - over there.
It's trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why, I do believe we've got into Lucy's wood after all. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snowcovered trees.
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Peter turned at once to Lucy. Will you shake hands? What about putting on some of these coats? No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe. The coats were rather too big for them so that they came down to their heels and looked more like royal robes than coats when they had put them on.
But they all felt a good deal warmer and each thought the others looked better in their new get-up and more suitable to the landscape. There were heavy darkish clouds overhead and it looked as if there might be more snow before night. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realized that he had given himself away.
Everyone stopped; everyone stared at him. Peter whistled. There seemed, indeed, no more to say, and presently the four resumed their journey; but Edmund was saying to himself, "I'll pay you all out for this, you pack of stuck-up, selfsatisfied prigs. Where will you take us, Lu? Lucy proved a good leader. At first she wondered whether she would be able to find the way, but she recognized an oddlooking tree on one place and a stump in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr Tumnus's cave.
But there a terrible surprise awaited them. The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits.
Inside, the cave was dark and cold and had the damp feel and smell of a place that had not been lived in for several days. Snow had drifted in from the doorway and was heaped on the floor, mixed with something black, which turned out to be the charred sticks and ashes from the fire. Someone had apparently flung it about the room and then stamped it out. The crockery lay smashed on the floor and the picture of the Faun's father had been slashed into shreds with a knife. He had just noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor.
Let's get out into the open air. Everyone all the wood people - hate her. She has made an enchantment over the whole country so that it is always winter here and never Christmas. And it's getting colder every minute, and we've brought nothing to eat. What about just going home? We can't just go home, not after this. It is all on my account that the poor Faun has got into this trouble. He hid me from the Witch and showed me the way back. That's what it means by comforting the Queen's enemies and fraternizing with Humans.
We simply must try to rescue him. I'd vote for going back and getting something from the larder, only there doesn't seem to be any certainty of getting into this country again when once you've got out of it. I think we'll have to go on. They were all still wondering what to do next, when Lucy said, "Look! There's a robin, with such a red breast.
It's the first bird I've seen here. I say! It almost looks as if it wanted to say something to us. It at once flew away but only as far as to the next tree.
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There it perched and looked at them very hard as if it understood all they had been saying. Almost without noticing that they had done so, the four children went a step or two nearer to it.
At this the Robin flew away again to the next tree and once more looked at them very hard. You couldn't have found a robin with a redder chest or a brighter eye. The Robin appeared to understand the matter thoroughly. It kept going from tree to tree, always a few yards ahead of them, but always so near that they could easily follow it. In this way it led them on, slightly downhill. Wherever the Robin alighted a little shower of snow would fall off the branch.
Presently the clouds parted overhead and the winter sun came out and the snow all around them grew dazzlingly bright. They had been travelling in this way for about half an hour, with the two girls in front, when Edmund said to Peter, "if you're not still too high and mighty to talk to me, I've something to say which you'd better listen to.
Not so loud," said Edmund; "there's no good frightening the girls. But have you realized what we're doing? How do we know which side that bird is on?Six more books followed, and together they became known as The Chronicles of Narnia. Lewis believes we are all different, each one of us must accept what they are and what all others are. I can't open it after downloading. And on the other she comes of the giants. We are able to open the file with no problems. We haven't a moment to spare!
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