While all this was happening, Lucy was snug in Mr Tumnus' cave, telling him the whole story.
"...and now, Peter and Edmund are off trying to save her, just like boys!" said Lucy, finishing at last. She took a sip of the tea Mr Tumnus had handed her a while ago and set it down, looking thoughtful.
"I suppose they were doing the right thing, though," she sighed a minute later. "Leaving me - I mean."
Mr Tumnus took a bite of a cake. He chewed and swallowed. "You could have been hurt, Daughter Lucy of Eve."
"Or kidnapped myself," said Lucy. She set down her teacup. She glanced out the window. "Peter told me to stay here, he said he would come and get me when they've got her."
Tumnus nodded, setting down his teacup, too. He stood up, clip-clopped over to the fireplace mantle, and picked up a small hand mirror. He glanced in his reflection, began to turn, but quickly looked back in the mirror.
"Aah!" he yelled. Lucy didn't have time to turn before a cold hand clamped around her mouth. She screamed, but it was muffled against the hand.
"Daughter of Eve!" cried Tumnus.