“All right，” said Edmund， “I see you were right and itis a magic wardrobe after all. I‘ll say I’m sorry if you like. But where on earth have you been all this time？ I‘ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“If I’d known you had got in I‘d have waited for you，” said Lucy， who was too happy and excited to notice how snappishly Edmund spoke or how flushed and strange his face was. “I’ve been having lunch with dear Mr Tumnus， the Faun， and he‘s very well and the White Witch has done nothing to him for letting me go， so he thinks she can’t have found out and perhaps everything is going to be all right after all.”
“The White Witch？” said Edmund； “who‘s she？”
“She is a perfectly terrible person，” said Lucy. “She calls herself the Queen of Narnia though she has no right to be queen at all， and all the Fauns and Dryads and Naiads and Dwarfs and Animals.at least all the good ones.simply hate her. And she can turn people into stone and do all kinds of horrible things. And she has made a magic so that it is always winter in Narnia.always winter， but it never gets to Christmas. And she drives about on a sledge， drawn by reindeer， with her wand in her hand and a crown on her head.”
