When I had met the Daughter of Eve by the lamppost, I had assumed that I would follow the White Witch's orders and turn the girl over to her. But Lucy of Spare Oom had not been at all what I expected, and I could not betray her so.

I risked everything to get her safely back to Spare Oom. If the White Witch discovered what I had done (and I was certain that she would), she would have my tail cut off and my beard plucked out and my horns sawn off and—you get the idea. I would probably end up a statue in her collection by the end. But Lucy was my friend, and I would not betray her.

Lucy had come to visit me again, and we had tea and cake and it was simply a lovely afternoon. Then she went on her way again, and this time I did not fear the White Witch's wrath. Lucy was innocent and kind and gentle and surely posed no threat to the Witch. And, after all, I was still alive and whole—the Witch did not know yet, and likely never would.

I was calmly reading Is Man a Myth? that evening and quietly chuckling to myself at the doubt the author had of the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, for I knew that they were indeed real. A bird chirped outside, which was a bit odd for the time of night, but I paid it no mind.

I looked up when I heard what sounded like a growl, but then dismissed it as the crackling of the fire when no such sound followed. Turning the page, I laughed at the drawing of the "mythical" Daughter of Eve, which looked much more like a Nymph or Naiad than Lucy.

I had no warning. The door to my home was suddenly torn off its hinges and I heard claws scraping and scratching it as I turned to see the intruder. But it was not a single being—it was a pack of wolves.

I scrambled back, trying to make it into my bedroom before the Secret Police, for that is who they were, could get to me. But I had been caught unaware and I was too slow, for I was soon pinned to the ground by their leader, his claws tearing into my shoulders.

"You are under arrest, Faun Tumnus, for High Treason against her Imperial Majesty."

The Witch knew about Lucy.

Before I could as much as protest, although I would likely have merely stuttered and babbled anyway, I was dragged away to a terrible fate because I had befriended a Daughter of Eve.

As I was led (more like dragged) to the White Witch's Castle, I repeated some of the old rhymes in my head for comfort.

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have

spring again.

But this was not as comforting as I had hoped. I had seen no evidence of Aslan's coming soon, and I would long be dead before he came, to be sure. Lucy would also probably be gone by then.


When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done.

Lucy was Adam's bone.

The evil time will be over and done.

And of course the White Witch did not want her evil reign to end.

I met the evil Queen's gaze as she pointed her wand at me.

They were coming. Narnia would be free…soon. Whether or not I lived to meet it…

The next thing I was aware of was dear Lucy embracing me as the cold stone I had been became warm flesh again, and Aslan was standing there beside me, his fiery gaze enough to make the dreadful winter end.