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 two further.
    
    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 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