There was a dead silence. “Well， of all the poisonous little beasts.” said Peter， and shrugged his shoulders and said no more. There seemed， indeed， no more to say， and presently the four resumed their journey； but Edmund was saying to himself， “I‘ll pay you all out for this， you pack of stuck.up， self.satisfied prigs.”
“Where are we going anyway？” said Susan， chiefly for thesake of changing the subject.
“I think Lu ought to be the leader，” said Peter； “goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us， Lu？”
“What about going to see Mr Tumnus？” said Lucy. “He’s the nice Faun I told you about.”
Everyone agreed to this and off they went， walking briskly and stamping their feet. Lucy proved a good leader. At first she wondered whether she would be able to find the way， but she recognized an odd.looking tree in one place and a stump in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr Tumnus‘s cave. But there a terrible surprise awaited them.
