Aslan Is Nearer
阿斯兰快要到了
Edmund meanwhile had been having a most disappointing time. When the dwarf had gone to get the sledge ready he expected that the Witch would start being nice to him， as she had been at their last meeting. But she said nothing at all. And when at last Edmund plucked up his courage to say， “Please， your Majesty， could I have some Turkish Delight？ You-you-said-” she answered， “Silence， fool！” Then she appeared to change her mind and said， as if to herself， “And yet it will not do to have the brat fainting on the way，” and once more clapped her hands. Another， dwarf appeared.
“Bring the human creature food and drink，” she said.
The dwarf went away and presently returned bringing an iron bowl with some water in it and an iron plate with a hunk of dry bread on it. He grinned in a repulsive manner as he set them down on the floor beside Edmund and said：
“Turkish Delight for the little Prince. Ha！ Ha！ Ha！”
“Take it away，” said Edmund sulkily. “I don‘t want dry bread.” But the Witch suddenly turned on him with such a terrible expression on her face that he apologized and began to nibble at the bread， though it was so stale he could hardly get it down.
“You may be glad enough of it before you taste bread again，” said the Witch.
While he was still chewing away， the first dwarf came back and announced that the sledge was ready. The White Witch rose and went out， ordering Edmund to go with her. The snow was again falling as they came into the courtyard， but she took no notice of that and made Edmund sit beside her on the sledge. But before they drove off she called Maugrim and he came bounding like an enormous dog to the side of the sledge.
“Take with you the swiftest of your wolves and go at once to the house of the Beavers，” said the Witch， “and kill whatever you find there. If they are already gone， then make all speed to the Stone Table， but do not be seen. Wait for me there in hiding. I meanwhile must go many miles to the West before I find a place where I can drive across the river. You may overtake these humans before they reach the Stone Table. You will know what to do if you find them！”
“I hear and obey， O Queen，” growled the Wolf， and immediately he shot away into the snow and darkness， as quickly as a horse can gallop. In a few minutes he had called another wolf and was with him down on the dam sniffing at the Beavers’ house. But of course they found it empty. It would have been a dreadful thing for the Beavers and the children if the night had remained fine， for the wolves would then have been able to follow their trail-and ten to one would have overtakenthem before they had got to the cave. But now that the snow had begunagain the scent was cold and even the footprints were covered up.
Meanwhile the dwarf whipped up the reindeer， and the Witch and Edmund drove out under the archway and on and away into the darkness and the cold. This was a terrible journey for Edmund， who had no coat. Before they had been going quarter of an hour all the front of him was covered with snow-he soon stopped trying to shake it off because， as quickly as he did that， a new lot gathered， and he was so tired. Soon he was wet to the skin. And oh， how miserable he was！ It didn‘t look now as if the Witch intended to make him a King. All the things he had said to make himself believe that she was goodand kind and that her side was really the right side sounded to him silly now. He would have given anything to meet the others at this moment-even Peter！ The only way to comfort himself now was to try to believe that the whole thing was a dream and that he might wake up at any moment. And as they went on， hour after hour， it did come to seem like a dream.
This lasted longer than I could describe even if I wrote pages and pages about it. But I will skip on to the time when the snow had stopped and the morning had come and they were racing along in the daylight. And still they went on and on， with no sound but the everlasting swish of the snow and the creaking of the reindeer’s harness. And then at last the Witch said， “What have we here？ Stop！” and they did.
How Edmund hoped she was going to say something about breakfast！ But she had stopped for quite a different reason. A little way off at the foot of a tree sat a merry party， a squirrel and his wife with their children and two satyrs and a dwarf and an old dog-fox， all on stools round a table. Edmund couldn‘t quite see what they were eating， but it smelled lovely and there seemed to be decorations of holly and he wasn’t at all sure that he didn‘t see something like a plum pudding.
At the moment when the sledge stopped， the Fox， who was obviously the oldest person present， had just risen to its feet， holding a glass in its right paw as if it was going to say something. But when the whole party saw the sledge stopping and who was in it， all the gaiety went out of their faces. The father squirrel stopped eating with his fork halfway to his mouth and one of the satyrs stopped with its fork actually in its mouth， and the baby squirrels squeaked with terror.
“What is the meaning of this？” asked the Witch Queen. Nobody answered.
“Speak， vermin！” she said again. “Or do you want my dwarf to find you a tongue with his whip？ What is the meaning of all this gluttony， this waste， this self-indulgence？ Where did you get all these things？”
“Please， your Majesty，” said the Fox， “we were given them. And if Imight make so bold as to drink your Majesty’s very good health-” “Who gave them to you？” said the Witch.
“F-F-F-Father Christmas，” stammered the Fox.
“What？” roared the Witch， springing from the sledge and taking a few strides nearer to the terrified animals. “He has not been here！ He cannot have been here！ How dare you-but no. Say you have been lying and you shall even now be forgiven.”
At that moment one of the young squirrels lost its head completely. “He has-he has-he has！” it squeaked， beating its little spoon onthe table.
Edmund saw the Witch bite her lips so that a drop of blood appeared on her white cheek. Then she raised her wand.
“Oh， don‘t， don’t， please don‘t，” shouted Edmund， but even while he was shouting she had waved her wand and instantly where the merry party had been there were only statues of creatures （one with its stone fork fixed for ever halfway to its stone mouth） seated around a stone table on which there were stone plates and a stone plum pudding.
