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.
"It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating," said the Queen presently. "What would you like
best to eat?"
"Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty," said Edmund.
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. "You are sure there are just four of you?" she asked. "Two Sons of Adam and two
Daughters of Eve, neither more nor less?" and Edmund, with his mouth full of Turkish Delight, kept
on saying, "Yes, I told you that before," and forgetting to call her "Your Majesty", but she didn't
seem to mind now.
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,