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C. S. Lewis
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.
    
    "We've 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 he's 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. "Don't go on talking like that."
    
    "Like what?" said Susan; "and anyway, it's time you were in bed."
    
    "Trying to talk like Mother," said Edmund. "And who are you to say when I'm to go to 
bed? Go to bed yourself."
    
    "Hadn't we all better go to bed?" said Lucy. "There's sure to be a row if we're heard 
talking here."
    
    "No there won't," said Peter. "I tell you this is the sort of house where no one's 
going to mind what we do. Anyway, they won't hear us. It's about ten minutes' walk from 
here down to that dining-room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between."
    
    "What's 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.
    
    "It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund.
    
    "It's an owl," said Peter. "This is going to be a wonderful place for birds. I shall 
go to bed now. I say, let's 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. There'll 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 them-a long, low 
room with two windows looking out in one direction and two in another.
    
    "Do stop grumbling, Ed," said Susan. "Ten to one it'll clear up in an hour or so. And 
in the meantime we're pretty well off. There's a wireless and lots of books."
    
    "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 dropped out.
    
    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 
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