At last the Turkish Delight was all finished and Edmund was looking ver y 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，“Son of Adam， I should so much like to see your brother and your two sisters. Will you bring them to see me？”
“I’ll try，” said Edmund， still looking at the empty box.
“Because， if you did come again.bringing them with you of course.I‘d be able to give you some more Turkish Delight. I can’t do it now， the magic will only work once. In my own house it would be another matter.”
“Why can‘t we go to your house now？” said Edmund. When he had first got on to the sledge he had been afraid that she might drive away with him to some unknown place from which he would not be able to get back； but he had forgotten about that fear now.
