Four children trudged though the deep snow. While three walked in wonder, Edmund kept his head down, ignoring the glad sounds his brother and sisters were making. His mind was full of Turkish Delight and queens and thick furs.
Peter slipped down a snow-covered slope, laughing as he went. Edmund caught the amazed look on his brother's face and smirked. They were all dupes, the three of them. He knew the real Narnia, the one who wore white and exuded power.
On a nearby branch, a bluebird dared to trill sweetly. The little bird was the first flash of color Edmund had seen in Narnia and he hated it.