(Track 6 途中より)

Lucy: Susan! Peter! Peter! Susan, where are you?
Susan: What's happened to Lucy?
Peter: She's pretty excited about something. Where have you been, Lu? *

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Lucy: I'm glad I've found you.
Peter: Why do you say you found us.* If I had found you..
Susan: Lucy, what is it?
Lucy: It's all true. It really is.
Edmund: Look, everybody. Game is over.
Peter: It seems that way. But go on, Lu.
Lucy: It's there. There is a country you can get to through the wardrobe.
Edmund and I both got in. We met one another in there, in the wood, didn't we?
Go on Edmund, tell them about it.
Peter: What's all about, Ed?
Edmund: Well...
Susan: Tell us, Ed.
Edmund: Well, Lucy and I have been playing,
pretending that story of her about the country in the wardrobe is true.
Lucy: But Edmund!
Edmund: Just for fun, of course. There's nothing there really. I mean how could there be?
Lucy: Edmund! (she cries)

Susan: Oh, wait a minute, Lu.
Edmund: There she goes again. That's the worst of young kids, they always...
Peter: Shut up, Ed.
Susan: Peter, do you think we ought to tell the professor, in case Lucy is not very well.
Peter: That's why Susan and I came. We should come and talk to Professor Kirk.

Professor Kirk. Well, let me ask you both a question.
What is it that makes you disbelieve Lucy's story?
Susan: Edmund said they've only been pretending.
Professor: But, tell me, who would you say would be the more truthful, your brother or your sister?
Peter: That's what we're on. Up until now, I'd have said Lucy every time.
Professor: Hmmm. Susan?
Sisan: Same as Peter. But it couln't be true. I mean a land in that wardrobe.
Professor: Well you see, there are only three possibilities.
Either your sister is telling lies, or she is mad...
Susan: Mad?
Professor: Or she is telling the truth.
Peter/Susan: What do you mean?
Professor: Well now. You know she doensn't tell lies, and it is obvious she's not mad.
For the moment then and unless any further evidence turns up,
we must assume that Lucy is telling the truth.
Susan: But even if there's such a place, Lucy had no time to go anywhere.
She came running after us the very moment we were out of the room.
It was less than a minute, and she pretended to have been away for hours.
Professor: Ah, it will,* exactly, and that is the very thing that makes her story likely to be true.
If there really is a door in this house that leads to some other world and
if Lucy have found the way to enter it,
I shouldn't be at all surprised to find the other world has a separate time of its own.
Susan: A separate time, professor?
Professor: Yes. Maybe however long you stayed there, it would never take up any of our time.
On the other hand, I don't think many girls of her age would invent that idea for themselves.
Susan: You mean if she was pretending,
she would have hidden for a reasonable time before coming out and telling her story.
Professor:Precisely.
Peter: Do you really believe that there could be other worlds all over the place,
just around the corner, like that?
Professor: Nothing is more probable.
Susan: But what are we to do?
Professor: Well, I think we might all try minding our own business.
Oh, by the way, there's a party from a local historical society coming to see the house tomorrow.
Mrs. Macready will be taking them around, so perhaps you'd better do your best and not get under their feet.
And much the best thing, if you keet out of their way.


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(Track 7)

Peter: I wish we could try this on. *It would be fun to be on a knightly armors.
It's great if Peter riding after fighting for another * for battle.
Edmund: You would be lucky to pick for you.*
What could we do if we can take it a bit.*
Susan: Look out! Here comes the Mrs. McReady with a whole gang with her.
Peter: Comeon. We're going to the library.

Narration: But children seemed to find themselves being followed everywhere.

Edmund: Here they come again.
Lucy: Why now?
Susan: Here. Let's get into the wardrobe until they've passed.
No one will follow us in there.
Lucy: Where about?
Peter: I'll go, too, Edmund.*
Edmund: See?

Peter: Quick. There's nowhere else. Into the wardrobe.

Lucy: Can't you move a little bit, Susan?
Susan: I'm just cramped as you are.
Peter: My goodness, both of you, be quiet.
Lucy: I with they are gone away.
Susan: Oh, I'm getting cramped.
Edmund: So am I, next to you. Ohh, what's that awful smell?
Peter: Mothballs. I expect the pockts of these coats are full of them.
Edmund: There's something sticking into my back.
Susan: And isnt't it cold?
Peter: Now that you mention it, yes, it is cold.
And it's wet, too. What's the matter with this wardrobe?
Edmund: Let's get out. They've gone.
Susan: Oh!
Lucy: What's wrong, Susan?
Peter: What's the matter?*
Edmund: What is it?
Susan: I'm sitting against a tree.
Children: Oh!
Susan: And look! It's getting light. Over there.
Peter: So it is. And look there---and there. Trees.
Susan: And this wet stuff's snow.
Peter: Why?
Lucy: So it is.
Peter: I do believe we've got into Lucy's wood after all. Have we, Lu?
Lucy: Yes, this is it.
Peter: I'm really sorry I didn't believe you.
Forgive me.
Lucy: Of course.
Susan: What do we do now?
Peter: Do? Why, go and explore the wood, of course.
Susan: Oh, it's so cold. What about putting on some of these coats?
Peter: Well, they are not ours.
Susan: I'm sure nobody would mind.
It isn't as if we wanted to take them out of the house; we shan't even take them out of the wardrobe.
Peter: I never thought of that. Come on then.

Lucy: We can pretend we are Arctic explorers.
Peter: This is going to be exciting enough without pretending. Let's start, shall we?

Edmund: Just a minute. Oughtn't we be bearing a bit more to the left, that is, if we are aiming for the lampost.
Peter: So, you really were here.
Edmund: Well, what fault it was?*
Peter: But fancy making out that Lucy telling lies.*
Susan: Where are we going anyway?
Peter: I think Lu ought to be the leader.
Goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lu?
Lucy: What about going to see Mr. Tumnus. He's the nice Faun I told you about.
Susan: Good idea.
Peter: Lead the way, Lucy.
Come on, Edmund. Trying keep up.

Narration: So, off they set, walking briskly and stamping their feet.
At first Lucy wondered whether she would be able to find the way,
but she recognized the odd-looking tree in one place
and a stamp in another and brought them at last to the very door of Mr. Tumnus's cave.
But there, a terrible surprise awaited them.
Peter: Phew, somebody surely has done this place.*
The door's smashed to its hinges.
Lucy: Let's go inside.
Susan: What are we going to do? It's awfully dark.
Peter: There's been a fire.
Somebody's burned all the furniture.
Lucy: Oh, Mr. Tumnus's lovely pot.
Susan: And there's broken china everywhere.
Lucy: That's the tea service he used when we came to tea.
Lucy: Oh, dear. No.
Susan: What is it, dear?
Edmund: It's only a picture of some old character.
Lucy: It's Mr. Tumnus's father.
Peter: Somebody slashed it to shreds with a knife.
Edmund: Wow, I must say this is a washout.
Peter: Huh? What's this?
It's a letter or something.
Nailed through the carpet to the floor.
Susan: What does it say?
Peter: I can't read it in this light.
Let's get out into the open air.
Edmund: Well, it was waste of time coming here.
Susan: Ah, do whatever you like, Ed.
Lucy: What does it say, Peter?
Peter: The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus,
is under arrest and awaiting for his trial on a charge of
High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, the queen of Narnia
Chatlain of Cair Paravel,
Empress of the Lone Islands
Also in charge of comforting her said Majesty's enemies,
harboring spies and fratenizing with humans.
Mauglim, the captain of the secret police.
Long Live the Queen!

Susan: Oh, I don't like this place at all.
Peter; Who is this Queen Jadies, Lu?
Lucy: She isn't a real queen at all.
She is a horrible witch, the White Witch.
It's all my account that poor Mr. Tumnus got into trouble.
He hid me from the witch and showed me the way back.
We simply must try to rescue him.
Edmund: Hhm, A loot we could do when we haven't even got anything to eat.
Peter: Shut up, Ed.
Peter: What do you think, Susan?
Susan: I don't want to go on. I wish we'd never come.
But I've a horrid feeling that she's right.
Peter: That's what I feel, too.
Peter: I suggest we'd go back to get some food,
But I'm not sure if we get into this country again.
once we got out of it.
I think we have to go on.
If only we knew where Mr. Tumnus is imprisoned.
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(Track 8)

Lucy: Look! There's a robin. That's the first bird I've seen here.
I wonder if birds are talking in Narnia.
It alomost looks as if it wanted to say something to us.
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Lucy: Please, can you tell us where Mr. Tumnus the Faun has been taken to?
Edmund: Congratulations! Now you frightened him off.
Susan: He's only flowned to the next tree.
Lucy: I think he means us to follow him.
Susan: I've an idea he does.
What do you think, Peter?
Peter: Well, we must as well try it.

Narration: The Robin appeared to underatand the matter thoroughly.
It kept going from tree to tree always a few yards ahead of them but
always so near that they could easily follow it.

Narration: And in this way they traveled along for about half an hour.

Edmund: Peter, how do we know which side that the bird is on?
Why shouldn't it be leading us into a trap?
Peter: I'm sure a robin wouldn't be on the wrong side. *
Edmund: If it comes to that, which is the wrong side?
How do we know the Fauns are in the right and Queen is in the wrong?
We don't really know antying about either.
Peter: The Faun saved Lucy.
Edmund: He said he did, but how do we know that?
And there's another thing. Has anyone the least idea of the way home from here?
Peter: I haven't thought of that.

Lucy: Oh, no.
Peter: What's the matter, Lu?
Lucy: The Robin. It's flown away.
Edmund: And now what are we to do?
Peter: Shhh.
Susan: Look.
Peter: What?
Susan: There's something moving on the trees over there to the left.
Lucy: Where?
Susan: There. There it goes again.
Peter: I saw it that time too. It's still there. Behind that big tree.
Lucy: What is it?
Peter: Whatever it is, it's something that doesn't want to be seen.
Lucy: But what's it like?
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Susan: It's--it's some kind of animal.
Look! Quick! There it is.
Peter: I know what it is. It's a beaver. I saw the tail.
Susan: It's holding its paw to its lips as if it wanted us not to make any noise.
Lucy: Now it's coming to us.
Susan: It wants us to go with it.
Peter: I know. The question is, are we going to?
What do you think, Lu?
Lucy: I think it's a nice beaver.
Edmund: Yes, but how do we know?
Susan: We'll have to risk it.
Beaver: Further in. Come further in. Right in here.
We are not safe in the open.
Peter: Come on. Let's give it a try.
All keep close together.
We ought to be a match for one beaver
if it turns out to be an enemy.

Narration: Only when it had led them into a dark spot
where the trees grew so close together
did the beaver begin to talk to them.

Beaver: Are you the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve?
Peter: I suppose so. At least some of them.
Beaver: S-s-s-sh! Not so loud, please.
We're not safe even here.
Peter: Why, what are you afraid of?
There's no one here but ourselves.
Beaver: There are the trees.
Lucy: Trees?
Beaver: Yes. They are always listening.
Most of them are on our side, but there are trees
that would betray us to her.
You know who I mean.
Edmund: If it comes to talking about sides,
how do we know you're a friend.
Peter: Not meaning to be rude, Mr. Beaver.
Ehm...but you see, we're strangers.
Beaver: Quite right, quite right.
Here is my token.
Lucy: Of course. It's my handkerchief.
The one I gave to poor Mr. Tumnus.
Beaver: That's right.
Poor fellow, he got wind of the arrest
and he gave this to me.
He said if anything happened to him,
I must meet you here and take you to--
Susan: to, Mr. Beaver?*
Beaver: S-s-sh! They say Aslan is on the move.
Perhaps has already landed.

Narration: Now very curious thing happened.
At the name of Aslan each one of the children
felt something jump inside them.
Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.
Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous.
Susan felt as if beautiful music had just floated by her.
and Lucy got a feeling you have when you wake up and realize
that it is the beginning of the holidays.
Lucy: What about poor Mr. Tumnus?
Beaver: S-s-sh! Not here. I must take you all to where
we can have a real talk and also some dinner.
Will you come?
Peter: Yes. Thank you, Mr. Beaver.
Beaver: Right. Follow me. And keep together. Be as quiet as you can.

Narration: They hurried along behind the beaver who led them through
the thickest part of the forest for over an hour.
Everyone was beginning to feel very tired and very hungry,
when suddenly they came out under the open sky, and found themselves
looking down a steep narrow valley.

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