Narnia The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
CHAPTER ONE
LUCY LOOKS INTO A WARDROBE
ONCE there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This
story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the
war because of the air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of
the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He
had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs. Macready and three
servants. (Their names were Ivy, Margaret and Betty, but they do not come into the story much.) He
himself was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his
head, and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at
the front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and
Edmund (who was the next youngest) wanted to laugh and had to keep on pretending he was blowing
his nose to hide it. As soon as they had said good night to the Professor and gone upstairs on the first
night, the boys came into the girls' room and they all talked it over.
"We've fallen on our feet and no mistake," said Peter. "This is going to be perfectly splendid.
That old chap will let us do anything we like." "I think he's an old dear," said Susan. "Oh, come off
it!" said Edmund, who was tired and pretending not to be tired, which always made him bad-
tempered. "Don't go on talking like that." "Like what?" said Susan; "and anyway, it's time you were in
bed." "Trying to talk like Mother," said Edmund. "And who are you to say when I'm to go to bed? Go
to bed yourself."
"Hadn't we all better go to bed?" said Lucy. "There's sure to be a row if we're heard talking
here." "No there won't," said Peter. "I tell you this is the sort of house where no one's going to mind
what we do. Anyway, they won't hear us. It's about ten minutes' walk from here down to that dining-
room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between." "What's that noise?" said Lucy suddenly. It
story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the
war because of the air-raids. They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of
the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office. He
had no wife and he lived in a very large house with a housekeeper called Mrs. Macready and three
servants. (Their names were Ivy, Margaret and Betty, but they do not come into the story much.) He
himself was a very old man with shaggy white hair which grew over most of his face as well as on his
head, and they liked him almost at once; but on the first evening when he came out to meet them at
the front door he was so odd-looking that Lucy (who was the youngest) was a little afraid of him, and
Edmund (who was the next youngest) wanted to laugh and had to keep on pretending he was blowing
his nose to hide it. As soon as they had said good night to the Professor and gone upstairs on the first
night, the boys came into the girls' room and they all talked it over.
"We've fallen on our feet and no mistake," said Peter. "This is going to be perfectly splendid.
That old chap will let us do anything we like." "I think he's an old dear," said Susan. "Oh, come off
it!" said Edmund, who was tired and pretending not to be tired, which always made him bad-
tempered. "Don't go on talking like that." "Like what?" said Susan; "and anyway, it's time you were in
bed." "Trying to talk like Mother," said Edmund. "And who are you to say when I'm to go to bed? Go
to bed yourself."
"Hadn't we all better go to bed?" said Lucy. "There's sure to be a row if we're heard talking
here." "No there won't," said Peter. "I tell you this is the sort of house where no one's going to mind
what we do. Anyway, they won't hear us. It's about ten minutes' walk from here down to that dining-
room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between." "What's that noise?" said Lucy suddenly. It
was a far larger house than she had ever been in before and the thought of all those long passages and
rows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a little creepy.
"It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund. "It's an owl," said Peter. "This is going to be a
wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed now. I say, let's go and explore tomorrow. You might find
anything in a place like this. Did you see those mountains as we came along? And the woods? There
might be eagles.
There might be stags. There'll be hawks." "Badgers!" said Lucy. "Foxes!" said Edmund. "Rabbits!"
said Susan. But when next morning came there was a steady rain falling, so thick that when you
looked out of the window you could see neither the mountains nor the woods nor even the stream in
the garden.
"Of course it would be raining!" said Edmund. They had just finished their breakfast with the
Professor and were upstairs in the room he had set apart for them - a long, low room with two
windows looking out in one direction and two in another.
"Do stop grumbling, Ed," said Susan. "Ten to one it'll clear up in an hour or so. And in the
meantime we're pretty well off. There's a wireless and lots of books." "Not for me"said Peter; "I'm
going to explore in the house." Everyone agreed to this and that was how the adventures began. It
was the sort of house that you never seem to come to the end of, and it was full of unexpected places.
The first
few doors they tried led only into spare bedrooms, as everyone had expected that they would; but
soon they came to a very long room full of pictures and there they found a suit of armour; and after
that was a room all hung with green, with a harp in one corner; and then came three steps down and
five steps up, and then a kind of little upstairs hall and a door that led out on to a balcony, and then a
whole series of rooms that led into each other and were lined with books - most of them very old
books and some bigger than a Bible in a church. And shortly after that they looked into a room that
was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door. There was
nothing else in the room at all except a dead blue-bottle on the window-sill.
rows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a little creepy.
"It's only a bird, silly," said Edmund. "It's an owl," said Peter. "This is going to be a
wonderful place for birds. I shall go to bed now. I say, let's go and explore tomorrow. You might find
anything in a place like this. Did you see those mountains as we came along? And the woods? There
might be eagles.
There might be stags. There'll be hawks." "Badgers!" said Lucy. "Foxes!" said Edmund. "Rabbits!"
said Susan. But when next morning came there was a steady rain falling, so thick that when you
looked out of the window you could see neither the mountains nor the woods nor even the stream in
the garden.
"Of course it would be raining!" said Edmund. They had just finished their breakfast with the
Professor and were upstairs in the room he had set apart for them - a long, low room with two
windows looking out in one direction and two in another.
"Do stop grumbling, Ed," said Susan. "Ten to one it'll clear up in an hour or so. And in the
meantime we're pretty well off. There's a wireless and lots of books." "Not for me"said Peter; "I'm
going to explore in the house." Everyone agreed to this and that was how the adventures began. It
was the sort of house that you never seem to come to the end of, and it was full of unexpected places.
The first
few doors they tried led only into spare bedrooms, as everyone had expected that they would; but
soon they came to a very long room full of pictures and there they found a suit of armour; and after
that was a room all hung with green, with a harp in one corner; and then came three steps down and
five steps up, and then a kind of little upstairs hall and a door that led out on to a balcony, and then a
whole series of rooms that led into each other and were lined with books - most of them very old
books and some bigger than a Bible in a church. And shortly after that they looked into a room that
was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door. There was
nothing else in the room at all except a dead blue-bottle on the window-sill.
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