Edmund was already feeling uncomfortable from havingeaten too many sweets， and when he heard that the Ladyhe had made friends with was a dangerous witch he felt even more uncomfortable. But he still wanted to taste that Turkish Delight again more than he wanted anything else.
“Who told you all that stuff about the White Witch？” heasked.
“Mr Tumnus， the Faun，” said Lucy.
“You can’t always believe what Fauns say，” said Edmund， trying to sound as if he knew far more about them than Lucy.
“Who said so？” asked Lucy.
“Everyone knows it，” said Edmund； “ask anybody you like. But it‘s pretty poor sport standing here in the snow. Let’s go home.”
“Yes， let‘s，” said Lucy. “Oh， Edmund， I am glad you’ve got in too. The others will have to believe in Narnia now that both of us have been there. What fun it will be！”
But Edmund secretly thought that it would not be as good fun for him as for her. He would have to admit that Lucy had been right， before all the others， and he felt sure the others would all be on the side of the Fauns and the animals； but he was already more than half on the side of the Witch. He did not know what he would say， or how he would keep his secret once they were all talking about Narnia.
