As he got into the middle of it he saw that there were dozens of statues all about.standing here and there rather as the pieces stand on a chess.board when it is halfway through the game. There were stone satyrs， and stone wolves， and bears and foxes and cat.amountains of stone. There were lovely stone shapes that looked like women but who were really the spirits of trees. There was the great shape of a centaur and a winged horse and a long lithe creature that Edmund took to be a dragon. They all looked so strange standing there perfectly life.like and also perfectly still， in the bright cold moonlight， that it was eerie work crossing the courtyard. Right in the very middle stood a huge shape like a man， but as tall as a tree， with a fierce face and a shaggy beard and a great club in its right hand. Even though he knew that it was only a stone giant and not a live one， Edmund did not like going past it.
He now saw that there was a dim light showing from a doorway on the far side of the courtyard. He went to it； there was a flight of stone steps going up to an open door. Edmund went up them. Across the threshold lay a great wolf.
