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“And may I ask，O Lucy Daughter of Eve，”said Mr. Tumnus，“how you have come into Narnia ？”
“Narnia ？ What’s that ？”said Lucy．
“This is the land of Narnia，”said the Faun，“where we are now；all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea．And you-you have come from the wild woods of the west ？”
“I-I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room，”said Lucy．
“Ah ！”said Mr. Tumnus in a rather melancholy voice，“if only I had worked harder at geography when I was a little Faun， I should no doubt know all about those strange countries．It is too late now．”
“But they aren’t countries at all，”said Lucy，almost laughing. “It’s only just back there-at least-I’m not sure．It is summer there．”
“Meanwhile，”said Mr. Tumnus，“it is winter in Narnia，and has been for ever so long，and we shall 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 ？”
“Thank you very much，Mr. Tumnus，”said Lucy．“But I was wondering whether I ought to be getting back．”
“It’s only just round the corner，”said the Faun，“and there’ll be a roaring fire-and toast-and sardines-and cake．”
