And now of course you want to know what had happened to Edmund. He had eaten his share of the dinner， but he hadn’t really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight.and there‘s nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food. And he had heard the conversation， and hadn’t enjoyed it much either， because he kept on thinking that the others were taking no notice of him and trying to give him the cold shoulder. They weren‘t， but he imagined it. And then he had listened until Mr Beaver told them about Aslan and until he had heard the whole arrangement for meeting Aslan at the Stone Table. It was then that he began very quietly to edge himself under the curtain which hung over the door. For the mention of Aslan gave him a mysterious and horrible feeling just as it gave the others a mysterious and lovely feeling.
