“That’s why she’s bad all through, Mr.Beaver,”said Mrs.Beaver.
“True enough, Mrs.Beaver,”replied he.“there may be two views about humans（meaning no offeo the prent pany）.But there’s no two views about things that look like humans and aren’t.”
“I’ve known good Dwarfs,”said Mrs.Beaver.
“So’ve I, now you e to speak of it,”said her husband.“but precious few, and they were the ones least like men.But in general, take my advice, when you meet anything that’s going to be human and isn’t yet, or ud to be human ond isn’t now, ht to be human and isn’t, you keep your eyes on it and feel for your hatchet.And that’s why the Witch is always on the lookout for any humans in Narnia.She’s been watg for you this many a year, and if she khere were four of you she’d be more dangerous still.”
“What’s that to do with it?”asked Peter.
“Becau of another prophecy,”said Mr.Beaver.“Down at Cair Paravel—that’s the castle on the a coast down at the mouth of this river which ought to be the capital of the whole try if all was as it should be—down at Cair Paravel there are four thrones and it’s a saying in Narnia time out of mind that when two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve sit in tho four throhen it will be the end not only of the White Witch’s reign but of her life, and that is why we had to be so cautious as we came along, for if she knew about you four, your lives wouldn’t be worth a shake of my whiskers！”
All the children had been attending so hard to what Mr.Beaver was telling them that they had notiothing el for a long time.Then during the moment of silehat followed his last remark, Lucy suddenly said：
“I say—where’s Edmund?”
There was a dreadful pau, and then everyone began askin.“Who saw him last?How long has he been missing?Is he outside?and then all rushed to the door and looked out.The snow was falling thickly and steadily, the green ice of the pool had vanished under a thick white bla, and from where the little hou stood in the tre of the dam you could hardly e either bank.Out they went, plunging well over their ankles into the soft new snow, a round the hou in every dire.“Edmund！Edmund！”they called till they were hoar.But the silently falling snow emed to muffle their voices and there was not even an echo in answer.