The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

( children laughing and playing )

I'm here! I'm here!

I've come back! I'm all right!

It's all right! I've come back!

What on earth are you talking about, Lucy?

Haven't you been wondering where I was?

You'll have to hide for longer than that

if you want people to start looking for you.

But I've been away for hours and hours!

I hardly notice when you're here.

Now, now. Lucy's having fun, Edmund.

No, I'm not. I mean, I was, but I--

What--what do you mean, Lucy?

Exactly what I said.

I went into the wardrobe and was gone for hours.

Don't be silly, Lucy.

We've only just come out of that room a moment ago.

Hold on, Susan, let her have her fun.

That's all it is. Right, Lucy?

Wrong! It's a magic wardrobe!

Come, I'll show you.

You said magic?

Yes. There are woods inside, and it's snowing,

and there's a faun, and there's a witch,

and it's called Narnia.

Come and see.

Now, go in and see for yourselves.

Why, Lucy, it's just an ordinary wardrobe.

Look...

You can feel the back of it.

Good joke, Lucy.

You really fooled us.

I must admit, we almost believed you.

But it wasn't a joke at all, really.

It was different a moment ago. Honest it was, I promise.

Come, Lucy, you're going a bit too far.

You've had your fun, and you'd better drop it now.

Snow. Woods. Witch.

She's got a real problem.

I don't care what they say,

It may be just full of coats now,

but it was Narnia then,

It's only been one week since we came

to visit with the Professor,

and if it hadn't rained that day,

the whole thing never would have happened,

We were exploring the house,

(laughter and playful chatter)

I'll just leave the door open a little.

This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!

What's that?

Why, it's snow.

This is very strange.

Why, it's just like branches.

I can always get back if anything goes wrong.

Good evening.

Ohh! Goodness gracious me!

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening!

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.

But you are--forgive me-- you are what they call a "girl"?

Of course I'm a girl.

You are, in fact, human?

Of course I'm human.

To be sure! To be sure!

How stupid of me!

But I've never seen a Son of Adam

or a Daughter of Eve before.

I'm delighted to meet--

better to say-- uh... uh...

absolutely delighted.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Tumnus.

I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus.

Oh!

May I ask, O Lucy, Daughter of Eve,

how you have come into Narnia?

Narnia? What's that?

Well, this is the land of Narnia,

where we are now,

all that lies between the lamppost

and the great castle, Cair Paravel,

on the eastern sea.

And you-- you have come from the wild woods of the west?

Well, I got into the wardrobe in the spare room.

Ah, if I'd only worked harder at geography

when I was a little faun,

I should no doubt know all about those strange countries.

It's too late now.

But they aren't countries at all.

It's only just back there.

At least... I'm not sure.

It's summer there.

Really?

It's winter in Narnia, and has been for ever so long.

And we'll 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?

Why, thank you very much, Mr. Tumnus,

but I was wondering whether I ought to be getting back.

It's only just around the corner,

and there'll be a roaring fire, and tea, and toast, and cake.

Well, it's very kind of you,

but I shan't be able to stay long.

If you will take my arm, Daughter of Eve.

That's the way! Off we go!

( reading to herself) The Life and Letters of Silenus;

Nymphs and Their Ways;

Men, Monks and Gamekeepers: A Study in Popular Legend;

Is Man a Myth?

Now, Daughter of Eve...

Oh, Mr. Tumnus, I'm so sorry to stop you,

but I really must go home.

I only meant to stay for a few minutes.

It's no good now, you know.

What do you mean? I've got to go home at once.

The others will be wondering where I am.

Mr. Tumnus, whatever is the matter?

Mr. Tumnus, what is the matter?

Here, Mr. Tumnus, tell me what's wrong.

Mr. Tumnus, stop it at once!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Why are you crying?

I'm crying because I'm such a bad faun.

I don't think you're a bad faun.

I think you're a good faun.

You're the nicest faun I've ever met.

Ooh-hoo-hoo, you wouldn't say that if you knew!

What have you done?

I've--I've--

I'm in the pay of the White Witch.

The White Witch? Who is she?

Why, it is she that has Narnia under her icy thumb.

It's she that makes it always winter

and never Christmas!

How awful!

But what does she pay you for?

That's the worst of it.

I am a kidnaper for her.

I mean, look at me.

Would you believe that I am the sort of faun

to meet a poor, innocent child in the woods

and pretend to be friendly with it,

and invite it home to my cave,

all for the sake of lulling it to sleep

and then handing it over to the White Witch?

No! I'm sure you wouldn't do anything of the sort.

But I have!

But you're sorry, and I'm sure you'll never do it again.

Don't you understand?

I'm doing it now, this very moment.

What do you mean?

I had orders from the White Witch

that if ever I saw a human, I was to catch it

and hand it over to her.

And you are the first I ever met.

I pretended to be your friend and asked you to tea,

and all the time I've been meaning to wait

until you were asleep, and then go and tell her!

But you won't, Mr. Tumnus! You won't, will you?

But if I don't... she'll find out!

And have my tail cut off and my horns sawn off

and my beard plucked out.

And if she's especially angry,

she'll turn me into stone,

and I shall be only a statue in her horrible house!

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Tumnus, but please let me go home.

Of course I will.

I've got to.

I hadn't known what humans were like before I met you.

Of course I can't give you up to the Witch,

but we must be off at once.

I'll see you back to the lamppost.

I suppose you can find your own way from there

back to Spare Oom and War Drobe.

I'm sure I can.

Shh! We must go as quietly as we can!

The woods are full of her spies.

In fact, some of the trees are on her side!

Do you know your way from here, Daughter of Eve?

Yes, I can see the wardrobe door.

Then be off home, as quick as you can!

I do hope you won't get into trouble on my account.

Farewell, Daughter of Eve.

Perhaps I may keep the handkerchief.