“Yes，” said Lucy， almost in a whisper. “I‘m afraid he has.” “And did he tell you what he’d done or who he‘d met？” “Well， no， he didn’t，” said Lucy.
“Then mark my words，” said Mr Beaver， “he has already met the White Witch and joined her side， and been told where she lives. I didn‘t like to mention it before （he beingyour brother and all） but the moment I set eyes on that brother of yours I said to myself ’Treacherous‘. He had the look of one who has been with the Witch and eaten her food. You can always tell them if you’ve lived long in Narnia； something about their eyes.”
“All the same，” said Peter in a rather choking sort of voice， “we‘ll still have to go and look for him. He is our brother after all， even if he is rather a little beast. And he’s only a kid.”
“Go to the Witch‘s House？” said Mrs Beaver. “Don’t you see that the only chance of saving either him or yourselves is to keep away from her？”
“How do you mean？” said Lucy.
