There was no answer and Edmund noticed that his own voice had a curious sound—not the sound you expe a cupboard, but a kind of open—air sound.He also noticed that he was uedly cold; and then he saw a light.
“Thank goodness,”said Edmund.“the door must have swung open of its own accord.”He fot all about Lud went towards the light, which he thought was the open door of the wardrobe.But instead of finding himlf stepping out into the spare room he found himlf stepping out from the shadow of some thick dark fir trees into an open pla the middle of a wood.
There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees.Overhead there ale blue sky, the sort of sky one es on a fine winter day in the m.Straight ahead of him he saw betweeree-trunks the sun, just rising, very red and clear.Everything erfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that try.There was not even a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could e in every dire.He shivered.
He now remembered that he had been looking for Lucy; and also how unpleasant he had been to her about he.“imaginary try”whiow turned out not to have been imaginary at all.He thought that she must be somewhere quite clo and so he shouted.“Lucy！Lucy！I’m here too—Edmund.”
There was no answer.
“She’s angry about all the things I’ve been saying lately,”thought Edmund.And though he did not like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold, quiet place; so he shouted again.
“I say, Lu！I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.I e now you were right all along.Do e out.Make it Pax.”
Still there was no answer.
“Just like a girl,”said Edmund to himlf.“sulking somewhere, and won’t accept an apology.”He looked round him again and decided he did not much like this place, and had almost made up his mind to go home, when he heard, very far off in the wood, a sound of bells.He listened and the sound came nearer and nearer and at last there swept into sight a sledge drawn by two reindeer.