The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
BBC radio collection
原作:C.S.Lewis
放送年月日:1988年2月18日
ラジオドラマの原稿: Brian Sibley


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Narration: It was many years after my adventures in Narnia that I heard about the place again.
I've grown up and become a professor. In fact I was quite an old man and lived in a big old country house.
It was during the war, when lots of bombs were being dropped on London. And children in London were sent away to live in the country, where it would be safer.

Four young people came to live with me, and with their visit began the second Narnian adventure.

Professor: Hello, there! I'm professor Kirk and you must be the Pevensie children. Perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me which of you is which.
Peter: I'm Peter, sir.
Susan: My name's Susan.
Edmund: Edmund.
Lucy: And I'm Lucy.

Professor: Ah, good and it's very nice to have you here. And I hope you'll be happy.
I'm afraid I don't know much about children. So long since I was a child myself, I have forgotten most what I knew and I never had any children of my own.
Anyway I expect you to find some ways to keep you all amused and...
Peter: Thank you, sir. We'll try not to be a nuisance.
Lucy: Thank you.
Professor: Ohh, I doubt you'll be that.
You'll find it rather difficult to be a nuisance for anyone in the house although I'm not sure my old housewife Ms. Mcready would altogether agree with me. So perhaps you'd try to keep out of her way if you can.
It will make life easier for all of us. Now, let me show you to your rooms.

Peter: * That old chap will let us do anything we like.
Lucy: Peter's right.
Susan: I think he's an old dear.
Edmund: Oh, come off it, Susan.
Susan: It's time you were in bed, Edmund.
Edmund: Who are you to say when I'm to go to bed? Go to bed yourself.
Lucy: Hadn't we all better go to bed? There'd be a row if we're heard talking.
Peter: No there won't, Lucy. It's about ten minutes' walk from here down to that dining room, and any amount of stairs and passages in between.

Lucy: What's that?
Edmund: It's only a mouse, stupid, *
Did you see those mountains that we came along? And the woods? There might be eagles and stags.
Lucy: What about badgers?
Susan: Rabbits!
Edmund: Yes, and foxes.
Peter: We might find anything in a place like this.
Let's go and explore tomorrow.
Susan: Yes, let's do that.
Edmund: Good idea.
Lucy: Oh, yes.

Edmund: Of course it would be raining.
Susan: Oh, do stop glumbling, Ed. Ten to one it'll all clear up in an hour or so.
Lucy: I want to go exploring.
Peter: Well, if we aren't to go exploring outdoors, let's explore indoors.
Lucy: Yes, great!
Susan: We should start.

Narration: And that was how their adventures began.
You see, my house is sort of the place you never seem to come to the end of.

Edmunc: What a long room!
Lucy: An awful painting!
Peter: I expect these are professor's cousins and sisters. (*)
Edmund: What a boy! Look.
Susan: Come on.

Narration: The first few doors they tried led only into spare bedrooms. But they found another door. And another. And eventually when they looked into a room that was quite...
Edmund: Empty.
Peter: And quiet. There's a big wardrobe.
Lucy: I wonder what's in there.
Edmund: Oh, look. Here's something else.
Susan: What?
Edmund: A blue bottle on the window sill.
Lucy: Oh, you should check.
Edmunc: But this really is exciting.
Susan: No much point in staying here.
Peter: Common, then.

Peter: Let's try on there.
Susan: There're more stairs.
(*)

Lucy:I'll just take a look into the wardrobe.
Edmund: Common, Lucy.
Lucy:I'm coming in a minute.

Lucy: I expect it to be locked. Oh, it's open.
Lucy: Mothballs. The wardrobe's full of fur coats.
There's even more coats behind. I've never seen so many fur coats.
It must be a very big wardrobe. I think I'll just climb in.
Lucy: That's funny. I can't feel the back. It must be simply enormous.

Lucy: What's that? More mothballs, I suppose. ...No, it seems like...it can't be...snow.
Ouch! What's that? Why, it feels just like branches of a tree.
Something's falling. It is snow. There's a light over there. But how?
Oh. I'm not in the wardrobe. I'm in a woods. And it really is snowing.
I can see the open door back there and the empty room.
So I can easily get back if anything goes wrong.

Lucy: That's where the light's coming from now. It's a lamp-post.
But what's the lamp-post doing in the middle of woods?
Something is coming. Oh, what a strange looking person!

Narration: He was, indeed. Only a little taller than Lucy, he wore a red scarf, and carried an umbrella, white with snow.
From the waist upward he was like a man, but his legs were shaped like a goat's and instead of feet he had goats hoofs. He also had a tail neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella. This kept it from trailing in the snow. Sticking out of his curly black hair, were two short pointed horns. He was a Faun.

Lucy: Is he in a hurry? I wonder what are the parcels he's carrying.
Looks like he's doing some christmas shopping.

Lucy: Excuse me.
Faun: O-oh..Good gracious me.
Lucy: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump. You dropped all your parcels.
Hey, let me help pick them up.
Faun: Thank you. Thank you.
Forgive my asking. I don't want to be inquisitive, but should I be right in thinking you are a daughter of Eve?
Lucy: My name is Lucy.
Faun: But you are...forgive me...but are you what they call... a girl?
Lucy: Of course, I'm a girl.
Faun: You are in fact human?
Lucy: Yes, of course I'm human.
Faun: Oh, to be sure, to be sure.
How stupid of me but I've never seen a Son of Adam and a daughter of Eve before.
I am delighted. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus.
Lucy: I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus.
Tumnus: And may I ask Lucy Daughter of Eve, how you have come into Narnia?
Lucy: Narnia? What's that?
Tumnus: This is the land of Narnia, 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?
Lucy: I--I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room.
Tumnus: Ah, Spare Oom...War Drobe. Ahaha, 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?
Luch: Well, thank you very much, Mr. Tumnus.
But I was wondering whether I ought to be getting back.
Tumnus: It's only just round the corner, and there'll be a roaring fire--and toast--and sardines--and cake.
Lucy: Well, it's very kind of you, but I shan't be able to stay long.
Tumnus: If you take my arm, Daughter of Eve, I shall be able to hold the umbrella over both of us.
That's the way. Now--off we go.

Tumnus: Here we are. Boiled eggs. Sardines on toast. Buttered toast with honey. Tea and cake.
Lucy: That looks lovely, Mr. Tumnus.
Tumnus: Oh well, do start.
Lucy: This is a very cozy little home.
Tumnus: Oh, thank you. Of course it's a little cave my father founded.
But he made it on of the nicest home in these parts.
Ah, that's my father's picture on the mantlepiece.
Lucy: Your father.
Tumnus: How's your egg?
Lucy: It's nice, thank you.
Tumnus: Good. All of those books are my father's. He was a very educated faun.
And he'd tell me so many tales of Narnia. More toast?
Lucy: Thank you. Tell me about Narnia in old days.

Narrration: As he did, Lucy wanted to cry and laugh and go to sleep at the same time.
So beautiful was it. Lucy hardly noticed the hours slipping by.

Lucy: Oh, Mr.Tumnus, I'm so sorry to stop you, but I really must go home. I really meant to stay for a few minutes.
Tumnus: It' no good now, you know.
Lucy: No good? What do you mean? I've got to go home at once. The others will be wondering what has happened to me.
Tumnus: (sobbing)
Lucy: Mr. Tumnus, whatever is the matter?
Lucy: Mr. Tumnus, Mr. Tumunus, don't, please don't. What's wrong? Aren't you well, Mr. Tumnus?
( The faun keep on crying)
Lucy: Mr. Tumnus, stop it at once. You ought to ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. Here, take my handkerchief.
Tumnus: Thank you.
Lucy: Now what on earth are you crying about?
Tumnus: I'm crying because I'm such a bad Faun.
Lucy: I don't think you are a bad Faun at all.
I think you are a very good Faun. In fact you are the nicest Faun I've ever met.
Tumnus: Oh, you wouldn't say that if you knew.
No, I'm a bad Faun. I don't suppose there ever was a worse Faun since the beginning of the world.
Lucy: What have you done?
Tumnus: My old father would never have done a thing like this.
Lucy: A thing like what?
Tumnus: Like what I've done. You see, I'm in the pay of the White Witch.
Lucy: Who is she?
Tumnus: Why, it is she that has got all Narnia under her thumb.
It's she that makes it always winter.
Always winter and never Christmas; think of that!
Lucy: How awful! But what does she pay for?
Tumnus: That's the worst of it. I'm a kidnapper for her, that's what I am.
Look at me, Daughter of Eve.
Would you believe that I'm the sort of Faun to meet a poor innocent child in the wood, one that had never done me any harm, and pretend to be friendly with it, and invite it home to my cave, all for the sake of lulling it asleep and then handing it over to the White Witch?
Lucy: No, I'm sure you wouldn't do anything of that sort.
Tumnus: But I have.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Tumnus: You are the child.
(Lucy gasps.)
Tumnus: I had orders from the White Witch that if ever I saw a Son of Adam or a Daughter of Eve in the wood, I was to catch them and hand them over to her.
And you are the first I have ever met.
Lucy: Oh, but you won't, Mr. Tumnus. You won't, will you? You mustn't.
Tumnus: And if I don't, she's sure to find out. And she'll have my tail cut off, and my horns sawn off, and my beard plucked out. And if she is specially angry she'll turn me into stone and I shall be only a statue of a Faun in her horrible house until the four thrones at Cair Paravel are filled--and goodness knows when that will happen, *
Lucy: I'm very sorry, Mr. Tumnus, but please let me go home.
Tumnus: Yes, of course I will. I've got to. I see that now.
I hadn't know what Humans were like before I met you.
I can't give you up to the Witch; not now that I know you.
I'll see you back to the lamp-post. But we must be off at once.
And we must go as quietly as we can.
The whole wood is full of her spies.
Even some of the trees are on her side.

Tumnus: There. There's the lamp-post.
Can you find the way to the Spare Oomand War Drobe from here, Daughter of Eve?
Lucy: Yes, I'm sure I can.
Tumnus: Then be off home as quick as you can.
And c-can you ever forgive me for what I meant to do?
Lucy: Well, of course I can. And I do hope you won't get into too much trouble.
Tumnus: Farewell, Daughter of Eve.
Perhaps I may keep the handkerchief?
Lucy: Yes, please do. Good-by!
Tumnus: Good-by.