“ANDnow,”saidLucy,“dopleasetelluswhat’shappenedtoMr。Tumnus.”
“Ah,that’sbad,”saidMr。Beaver,shakinghishead.“That’savery,verybadbusiness.There’snodoubthewastakenoffbythepolice.Igotthatfromabirdwhosawitdone.”
“Butwhere’shebeentakento?”askedLucy.
“Well,theywereheadingnorthwardswhentheywerelastseenandweallknowwhatthatmeans.”
“No,wedon’t,”saidSusan.Mr。Beavershookhisheadinaverygloomyfashion.
“I’mafraiditmeanstheyweretakinghimtoherHouse,”hesaid。
“Butwhat’lltheydotohim,Mr。Beaver?”gaspedLucy.
“Well,”saidMr。Beaver,“youcan’texactlysayforsure。Butthere’snotmanytakenintherethatevercomesoutagain.Statues.Allfullofstatuestheysayitis-inthecourtyardandupthestairsandinthehall.Peopleshe’sturned”-(hepausedand
shuddered)“turnedintostone.”
“But,Mr。Beaver,”saidLucy,“can’twe-Imeanwemustdosomethingtosavehim.It’stoodreadfulandit’sallonmyaccount.”
“Idon’tdoubtyou’dsavehimifyoucould,dearie,”saidMrs。Beaver,“butyou’venochanceofgettingintothatHouseagainstherwillandevercomingoutalive.”
“Couldn’twehavesomestratagem?”saidPeter.“Imeancouldn’twedressupassomething,orpretendtobe-oh,pedlarsoranything-orwatchtillshewasgoneout-or-oh,hangitall,theremustbesomeway.ThisFaunsavedmysisterathisownrisk,Mr。Beaver.Wecan’tjustleavehimtobe-tobe-tohavethatdonetohim.”
“It’snogood,SonofAdam,”saidMr。Beaver,“nogoodyourtrying,ofallpeople.ButnowthatAslanisonthemove-”
“Oh,yes!TellusaboutAslan!”saidseveralvoicesatonce;foronceagainthatstrangefeeling-likethefirstsignsofspring,likegoodnews,hadcomeoverthem.
“WhoisAslan?”askedSusan.
“Aslan?”saidMr。Beaver.“Why,don’tyouknow?He’stheKing.He’stheLordofthewholewood,butnotoftenhere,youunderstand.Neverinmytimeormyfather’stime.Butthewordhasreachedusthathehascomeback.HeisinNarniaatthismoment.He’llsettletheWhiteQueenallright.Itishe,notyou,thatwillsaveMr。Tumnus.”
“Shewon’tturnhimintostonetoo?”saidEdmund.
“Lordloveyou,SonofAdam,whatasimplethingtosay!”
answeredMr。Beaverwithagreatlaugh.Turnhimintostone?Ifshecanstandonhertwofeetandlookhiminthefaceit’llbethemostshecandoandmorethanIexpectofher.No,no.He’llputalltorightsasitsaysinanoldrhymeintheseparts:
Wrongwillberight,whenAslancomesinsight,
Atthesoundofhisroar,sorrowswillbenomore,
Whenhebareshisteeth,wintermeetsitsdeath,
Andwhenheshakeshismane,weshallhavespringagain.
You’llunderstandwhenyouseehim.
“Butshallweseehim?”askedSusan.
“Why,DaughterofEve,that’swhatIbroughtyouherefor。I’mtoleadyouwhereyoushallmeethim,”saidMr。Beaver.
“Is-isheaman?”askedLucy.
“Aslanaman!”saidMr。Beaversternly.“Certainlynot。ItellyouheistheKingofthewoodandthesonofthegreatEmperor-beyond-the-Sea.Don’tyouknowwhoistheKingofBeasts?Aslanisalion-theLion,thegreatLion.”
“Ooh!”saidSusan,“I’dthoughthewasaman.Ishe-quitesafe?Ishallfeelrathernervousaboutmeetingalion.”
“Thatyouwill,dearie,andnomistake,”saidMrs。Beaver;“ifthere’sanyonewhocanappearbeforeAslanwithouttheirkneesknocking,they’reeitherbraverthanmostorelsejustsilly.”
“Thenheisn’tsafe?”saidLucy.
“Safe?”saidMr。Beaver;“don’tyouhearwhatMrs。Beavertellsyou?Whosaidanythingaboutsafe?Courseheisn’tsafe.Buthe’sgood.He’stheKing,Itellyou.”
“I’mlongingtoseehim,”saidPeter,“evenifIdofeelfrightenedwhenitcomestothepoint.”