“And now,” said Lucy, “do please tell us what’s happened to Mr.
Tumnus.” “Ah, that’s bad,” said Mr. Beaver shaking his head. “That’s a
very, very bad business. There’s no doubt he was taken off by the
police. I got that from a bird who saw it done.” “But where’s he been
taken to?” asked Lucy. “Well, they were heading northwards when they
were last seen and we all know what that means.” “No, we don’t,” said
Susan. But Mr. Beaver shook his head in a very gloomy fashion. “I’m
afraid it means they were taking him to her house,” said Mr. Beaver.
“But what’ll they do to him, Mr. Beaver’?” gasped Lucy. ‘Well,” said Mr. Beaver, “you can’t exactly say for sure. But there’s not many taken in there that ever comes out again. Statues. All full of statues they say it is—in the courtyard and up the stairs and in the hall. People she’s turned—” (he paused and shuddered) “turned into stone.” “But, Mr. Beaver,” said Lucy, “can’t we—I mean we must do something to save him. It’s too dreadful and it’s all on my account.” “I don’t doubt you’d save him if you could, dearie,” said Mrs. Beaver, “but you’ve no chance of getting into that House against her will and ever coming out alive.” “Couldn’t we have some stratagem?” said Peter. “I mean couldn’t we dress up as some-thing, or pretend to be—oh, pedlars or anything —or watch till she was gone out—or—oh, hang it all, there must be some way. This Faun saved my sister at his own risk, Mr. Beaver. We can’t just leave him to be—to be—to have that done to him.” “It’s no good, Son of Adam,” said Mr. Beaver, “no good your trying, of all people. .134 u, now that Aslan is on the move—
“Oh, yes! Tell us about Asian!” said several voices at once; for once again that strange feel-ing—like the first signs of spring, like good news, had come over them. “Who is Asian?” asked Susan. “Asian?” said Mr. Beaver, “Why don’t you know? He’s the King. He’s the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you under-stand. Never in my time or my father’s time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia at this moment. He’ll settle the White Queen all right. It is he, not you, that will save Mr. Tumnus.” “She won’t turn him into stone too?” said Edmund. “Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say!” answered Mr. Beaver with a great laugh. “Turn him into stone? If she can stand on her two feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she can do and more than I expect of her. No, no. He’ll put all to rights as it says in an old rhyme in these parts:—
Wrong will be right, when Asian comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no mom,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
You’ll understand when you see him.” “But shall we see him?” asked Susan. “Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for. I’m to lead you where you shall meet him,” said Mr. Beaver. “Is—is he a man?” asked Lucy. “Asian a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Cer-tainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Asian is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he–quite safe? I shall feel rather ner-vous about meeting a lion.” “That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Asian without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.” “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy. “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you?
Course he isn’t safe. But he’s goo& He’s the King, I tell you.” “I’m longing to see him,” said Peter, “, if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point?’ “That’s right, Son of Adam,” said Mr, Beaver bringing his paw down on the table with a crash that made all the cups and saucers rattle. “And so you shall. Word has been sent that you are to meet him, tomorrow if you can, at the Stone Table.” “Where’s that?” said Lucy. “I’ll show you,” said Mr. Beaver. “It’s down the river, a good step from here. I’ll take you to it!” “But meanwhile what about poor Mr. Tum-rius?” said Lucy. The quickest way you can help him is by going to meet Asian,” said Mr. Beaver, “once he’s with us, then we can begin doing things. Not that we don’t need you too. For that’s another of the old rhymes:—When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done. So things must be drawing near their end now he’s come and you’ve come.
“But what’ll they do to him, Mr. Beaver’?” gasped Lucy. ‘Well,” said Mr. Beaver, “you can’t exactly say for sure. But there’s not many taken in there that ever comes out again. Statues. All full of statues they say it is—in the courtyard and up the stairs and in the hall. People she’s turned—” (he paused and shuddered) “turned into stone.” “But, Mr. Beaver,” said Lucy, “can’t we—I mean we must do something to save him. It’s too dreadful and it’s all on my account.” “I don’t doubt you’d save him if you could, dearie,” said Mrs. Beaver, “but you’ve no chance of getting into that House against her will and ever coming out alive.” “Couldn’t we have some stratagem?” said Peter. “I mean couldn’t we dress up as some-thing, or pretend to be—oh, pedlars or anything —or watch till she was gone out—or—oh, hang it all, there must be some way. This Faun saved my sister at his own risk, Mr. Beaver. We can’t just leave him to be—to be—to have that done to him.” “It’s no good, Son of Adam,” said Mr. Beaver, “no good your trying, of all people. .134 u, now that Aslan is on the move—
“Oh, yes! Tell us about Asian!” said several voices at once; for once again that strange feel-ing—like the first signs of spring, like good news, had come over them. “Who is Asian?” asked Susan. “Asian?” said Mr. Beaver, “Why don’t you know? He’s the King. He’s the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you under-stand. Never in my time or my father’s time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia at this moment. He’ll settle the White Queen all right. It is he, not you, that will save Mr. Tumnus.” “She won’t turn him into stone too?” said Edmund. “Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say!” answered Mr. Beaver with a great laugh. “Turn him into stone? If she can stand on her two feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she can do and more than I expect of her. No, no. He’ll put all to rights as it says in an old rhyme in these parts:—
Wrong will be right, when Asian comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no mom,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
You’ll understand when you see him.” “But shall we see him?” asked Susan. “Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for. I’m to lead you where you shall meet him,” said Mr. Beaver. “Is—is he a man?” asked Lucy. “Asian a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Cer-tainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Asian is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he–quite safe? I shall feel rather ner-vous about meeting a lion.” “That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Asian without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.” “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy. “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you?
Course he isn’t safe. But he’s goo& He’s the King, I tell you.” “I’m longing to see him,” said Peter, “, if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point?’ “That’s right, Son of Adam,” said Mr, Beaver bringing his paw down on the table with a crash that made all the cups and saucers rattle. “And so you shall. Word has been sent that you are to meet him, tomorrow if you can, at the Stone Table.” “Where’s that?” said Lucy. “I’ll show you,” said Mr. Beaver. “It’s down the river, a good step from here. I’ll take you to it!” “But meanwhile what about poor Mr. Tum-rius?” said Lucy. The quickest way you can help him is by going to meet Asian,” said Mr. Beaver, “once he’s with us, then we can begin doing things. Not that we don’t need you too. For that’s another of the old rhymes:—When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done. So things must be drawing near their end now he’s come and you’ve come.
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