"Not for me” said Peter; "I'm 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 books - most 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 again - all 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
Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up - mostly long fur coats. There was nothing
Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got
in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course, because she
knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe. Soon she went further in and found that
there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quite dark in there and
she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face into the back of the
wardrobe. She took a step further in - then two or three steps always expecting to feel woodwork
against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
"This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!" thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the
soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed that there was something
crunching under her feet. "I wonder is that more mothballs?" she thought, stooping down to feel it
with her hand. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt
something soft and powdery and extremely cold. "This is very queer," she said, and went on a step or
Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but
something hard and rough and even prickly. "Why, it is just like branches of trees!" exclaimed Lucy.
And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the
wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A
moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under
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her feet and snowflakes falling through the air.
Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. She looked back over
her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks; she could still see the open doorway of the
wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out. (She had, of
course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe.) It
seemed to be still daylight there. "I can always get back if anything goes wrong," thought Lucy. She
began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In
about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering
why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter
patter of feet coming towards her. And soon after that a very strange person stepped out from among
the trees into the light of the lamp-post.
He was only a little taller than Lucy herself and he carried over his head an umbrella, white with
snow. From the waist upwards he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's (the hair on
them was glossy black) and instead of feet he had goat's hoofs. He also had a tail, but Lucy did not
notice this at first because it was neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella so as to keep it
from trailing in the snow. He had a red woollen muffler round his neck and his skin was rather
reddish too. He had a strange, but pleasant little face, with a short pointed beard and curly hair, and
out of the hair there stuck two horns, one on each side of his forehead. One of his hands, as I have
said, held the umbrella: in the other arm he carried several brown-paper parcels. What with the
parcels and the snow it looked just as if he had been doing his Christmas shopping. He was a Faun.
And when he saw Lucy he gave such a start of surprise that he dropped all his parcels.
"Goodness gracious me!" exclaimed the Faun.
CHAPTER TWO - WHAT LUCY FOUND THERE
"GOOD EVENING," said Lucy. But the Faun was so busy picking up its parcels that at first it did
not reply. When it had finished it made her a little bow.
"Good evening, good evening," said the Faun. "Excuse me - I don't want to be inquisitive - but
should I be right in thinking that you are a Daughter of Eve?"
"My name's Lucy," said she, not quite understanding him.
"But you are - forgive me - you are what they call a girl?" said the Faun.
"Of course I'm a girl," said Lucy.
"You are in fact Human?"
"Of course I'm human," said Lucy, still a little puzzled.
"To be sure, to be sure," said the Faun. "How stupid of me! But I've never seen a Son of Adam or a
Daughter of Eve before. I am delighted. That is to say -" and then it stopped as if it had been going to
say something it had not intended but had remembered in time. "Delighted, delighted," it went on.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy.
"And may I ask, O Lucy Daughter of Eve," said Mr Tumnus, "how you have come into Narnia?"
"Narnia? What's that?" said Lucy.
"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. And you - you have come from the wild woods
of the west?"
"I - I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room," said Lucy.
"Ah!" said Mr Tumnus in a rather melancholy voice, "if only I had worked harder at geography
when I was a little Faun, I should no doubt know all about those strange countries. It is too late now."
"But they aren't countries at all," said Lucy, almost laughing. "It's only just back there - at least - I'm
not sure. It is summer there."
"Meanwhile," said Mr Tumnus, "it is winter in Narnia, and has been for ever so long, and we shall
both catch cold if we stand here talking in the snow. Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom
where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and
had tea with me?"
"Thank you very much, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy. "But I was wondering whether I ought to be getting
"It's only just round the corner," said the Faun, "and there'll be a roaring fire - and toast - and
sardines - and cake."
"Well, it's very kind of you," said Lucy. "But I shan't be able to stay long."
"If you will take my arm, Daughter of Eve," said Mr Tumnus, "I shall be able to hold the umbrella
over both of us. That's the way. Now - off we go."
And so Lucy found herself walking through the wood arm in arm with this strange creature as if they
had known one another all their lives.
They had not gone far before they came to a place where the ground became rough and there were
rocks all about and little hills up and little hills down. At the bottom of one small valley Mr Tumnus
turned suddenly aside as if he were going to walk straight into an unusually large rock, but at the last
moment Lucy found he was leading her into the entrance of a cave. As soon as they were inside she
found herself blinking in the light of a wood fire. Then Mr Tumnus stooped and took a flaming piece
of wood out of the fire with a neat little pair of tongs, and lit a lamp. "Now we shan't be long," he
said, and immediately put a kettle on.
Lucy thought she had never been in a nicer place. It was a little, dry, clean cave of reddish stone
with a carpet on the floor and two little chairs ("one for me and one for a friend," said Mr Tumnus)
and a table and a dresser and a mantelpiece over the fire and above that a picture of an old Faun with
a grey beard. In one corner there was a door which Lucy thought must lead to Mr Tumnus's bedroom,
and on one wall was a shelf full of books. Lucy looked at these while he was setting out the tea
things. They had titles like The Life and Letters of Silenus or Nymphs and Their Ways or Men,
Monks and Gamekeepers; a Study in Popular Legend or Is Man a Myth?
"Now, Daughter of Eve!" said the Faun.
And really it was a wonderful tea. There was a nice brown egg, lightly boiled, for each of them, and
then sardines on toast, and then buttered toast, and then toast with honey, and then a sugar-topped
cake. And when Lucy was tired of eating the Faun began to talk. He had wonderful tales to tell of life
in the forest. He told about the midnight dances and how the Nymphs who lived in the wells and the
Dryads who lived in the trees came out to dance with the Fauns; about long hunting parties after the
milk-white stag who could give you wishes if you caught him; about feasting and treasure-seeking
with the wild Red Dwarfs in deep mines and caverns far beneath the forest floor; and then about
summer when the woods were green and old Silenus on his fat donkey would come to visit them, and
sometimes Bacchus himself, and then the streams would run with wine instead of water and the
whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end. "Not that it isn't always winter
now," he added gloomily. Then to cheer himself up he took out from its case on the dresser a strange
little flute that looked as if it were made of straw and began to play. And the tune he played made
Lucy want to cry and laugh and dance and go to sleep all at the same time. It must have been hours
later when she shook herself and said:
"Oh, Mr Tumnus - I'm so sorry to stop you, and I do love that tune - but really, I must go home. I
only meant to stay for a few minutes."
"It's no good now, you know," said the Faun, laying down its flute and shaking its head at her very
"No good?" said Lucy, jumping up and feeling rather frightened. "What do you mean? I've got to go
home at once. The others will be wondering what has happened to me." But a moment later she
asked, "Mr Tumnus! Whatever is the matter?" for the Faun's brown eyes had filled with tears and
then the tears began trickling down its cheeks, and soon they were running off the end of its nose; and
at last it covered its face with its hands and began to howl.
"Mr Tumnus! Mr Tumnus!" said Lucy in great distress. "Don't! Don't! What is the matter? Aren'
you well? Dear Mr Tumnus, do tell me what is wrong." But the Faun continued sobbing as if its heart
would break. And even when Lucy went over and put her arms round him and lent him her hand
kerchief, he did not stop. He merely took the handker chief and kept on using it, wringing it out with
both hands whenever it got too wet to be any more use, so that presently Lucy was standing in a
"Mr Tumnus!" bawled Lucy in his ear, shaking him. "Do stop. Stop it at once! You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. What on earth are you crying about?"
"Oh - oh - oh!" sobbed Mr Tumnus, "I'm crying because I'm such a bad Faun."
"I don't think you're a bad Faun at all," said Lucy. "I think you are a very good Faun. You are the
nicest Faun I've ever met."
"Oh - oh - you wouldn't say that if you knew," replied Mr Tumnus between his sobs. "No, I'm a bad
Faun. I don't suppose there ever was a worse Faun since the beginning of the world."
"But what have you done?" asked Lucy.
"My old father, now," said Mr Tumnus; "that's his picture over the mantelpiece. He would never
have done a thing like this."
"A thing like what?" said Lucy.
"Like what I've done," said the Faun. "Taken service under the White Witch. That's what I am. I'm
in the pay of the White Witch."
"The White Witch? Who is she?"
"Why, it is she that has got all Narnia under her thumb. It's she that makes it always winter. Always
winter and never Christmas; think of that!"
"How awful!" said Lucy. "But what does she pay you for?"
"That's the worst of it," said Mr Tumnus with a deep groan. "I'm a kidnapper for her, that's what I
am. 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
"No," said Lucy. "I'm sure you wouldn't do anything of the sort."
"But I have," said the Faun.
"Well," said Lucy rather slowly (for she wanted to be truthful and yet not be too hard on him),
"well, that was pretty bad. But you're so sorry for it that I'm sure you will never do it again."
"Daughter of Eve, don't you understand?" said the Faun. "It isn't something I have done. I'm doing it
now, this very moment."
"What do you mean?" cried Lucy, turning very white.
"You are the child," said Tumnus. "I had orders from the White Witch that if ever I saw a Son of
Adam or a Daughter of Eve in the wood, I was to catch them and hand them over to her. 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."
"Oh, but you won't, Mr Tumnus," said Lucy. "Yo won't, will you? Indeed, indeed you really
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