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Edmund and the Wardrobe
Overheadtherewaspalebluesky,thesortofskyoneseesonafinewinterdayinthemorning.Straightaheadofhimhesawbetweenthetree-trunksthesun,justrising,veryredandclear.Everythingwasperfectlystill,asifheweretheonlylivingcreatureinthatcountry.Therewasnotevenarobinorasquirrelamongthetrees,andthewoodstretchedasfarashecouldseeineverydirection.Heshivered.
HenowrememberedthathehadbeenlookingforLucy;andalsohowunpleasanthehadbeentoherabouther"imaginarycountry"whichnowturnedoutnottohavebeenimaginaryatall.Hethoughtthatshemustbesomewherequitecloseandsoheshouted,"Lucy!Lucy!I’mheretoo-Edmund."
Therewasnoanswer.
"She’sangryaboutallthethingsI’vebeensayinglately,"thoughtEdmund.Andthoughhedidnotliketoadmitthathehadbeenwrong,healsodidnotmuchlikebeingaloneinthisstrange,cold,quietplace;soheshoutedagain.
"Isay,Lu!I’msorryIdidn’tbelieveyou.Iseenowyouwererightallalong.Docomeout.MakeitPax."
Stilltherewasnoanswer.
"Justlikeagirl,"saidEdmundtohimself,"sulkingsomewhere,andwon’tacceptanapology."Helookedroundhimagainanddecidedhedidnotmuchlikethisplace,andhadalmostmadeuphismindtogohome,whenheheard,veryfaroffinthewood,asoundofbells.
