“And what about Mr.Tumnus,”said Lucy.“where is he?”
“S-s-s-sh,”said the Beaver.“not here.I must bring you where we have a real talk and also dinner.”
No one except Edmu any difficulty about trusting the beaver now, and everyone, including Edmund, was very glad to hear the wor.“dinner”.A mier they came out uhe open sky（the sun was still shining）and found themlves looking down on a fine sight.
They were standing on the edge of a steep, narrow valley at the bottom of which ran—at least it would have been running if it hadn’t been frozen—a fairly large river.Just below them a dam had been built across this river, and when they saw it everyone suddenly remembered that of cour beavers are always making dams a quite sure that Mr.Beaver had made this ohey also noticed that he now had a sort of modest expression on his face—the sort of look people have when you are visiting a garden they’ve made or reading a story they’ve written.So it was only on politeness when Susan said.“What a lovely dam！”And Mr.Beaver didn’t sa.“Hush”this time bu.“Merely a trifle！Merely a trifle！And it isn’t really finished！”
Above the dam there was what ought to have been a deep pool but was now, of cour, a level floor of dark green id below the dam, much lower down, was more ice, but instead of being smooth this was all frozen into the foamy and wavy shapes in which the water had been rushing along at the very moment when the frost came.And where the water had been trig over and spurting through the dam there was now a glittering wall of icicles, as if the side of the dam had been covered all over with flowers and wreaths aoons of the purest sugar.And out in the middle, and partly on top of the dam was a funny little hou shaped rather like an enormous beehive and from a hole in the roof smoke was going up, so that when you saw it（especially if you were hungry）you at ohought of cooking and became huhan you were before.
That was what the others chiefly noticed, but Edmund noticed something el.A little lower down the river there was another small river which came down another small valley to join it.And looking up that valley, Edmund could e two small hills, and he was almost sure they were the two hills which the White Witch had pointed out to him when he parted from her at the lamp-post that other day.And theween them, he thought, must be her palace, only a mile off or less.Ahought about Turkish Delight and about being a King.“And I wonder how Peter will like that?”he asked himlf）and horrible ideas came into his head.