The sledge was a fine sight as it came sweeping towards Edmund with the bells jingling and the dwarf cracking his whip and the snow flying up on each side of it.
“Stop！” said the Lady， and the dwarf pulled the reindeer up so sharply that they almost sat down. Then they recovered themselves and stood champing their bits and blowing. In the frosty air the breath coming out of their nostrils looked like smoke.
“And what， pray， are you？” said the Lady， looking hard atEdmund.
“I’m.I‘m.my name’s Edmund，” said Edmund ratherawkwardly. He did not like the way she looked at him.
The Lady frowned， “Is that how you address a Queen？” she asked， looking sterner than ever.
“I beg your pardon， your Majesty， I didn‘t know，” saidEdmund.
“Not know the Queen of Narnia？” cried she. “Ha！ You shall know us better hereafter. But I repeat.what are you？” “Please， your Majesty，” said Edmund， “I don’t know what you mean. I‘m at school.at least I was.it’s the holidaysnow.”
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“But what are you？” said the Queen again. “Are you agreat overgrown dwarf that has cut off its beard？”
“No， your Majesty，” said Edmund， “I never had a beard， I‘ma boy.”
“A boy！” said she. “Do you mean you are a Son of Adam？”
