“Tea towels?” Edmund echoed, a trace of the old petulance in his voice, and Mrs. Beaver slapped her tail on the earthen floor.
“Yes, tea towels — this is a civilized country after all — or it was until the Witch got her nasty cold fingers all over it, and I dare say it shall be again under Your Majesties.”
And so the sheep were called from the fields, and the Dwarves took up their looms, and Cair Paravel was festooned with new tapestries, draperies, lace, linens and yes, tea towels... but Edmund was forced to set his foot down when he found Lucy inflicting a knobbly knitted sweater upon a young elm (“You’ve got to ask the Draiad first, Lu!” was his excuse, but he should have foreseen the consequences, for his sister was much beloved by the Royal Wood, and so it was Edmund who had to explain to the coronation guests that no, Narnian trees were not still cold after one hundred years of winter, they were just enjoying a good yarn).
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“Yes, tea towels — this is a civilized country after all — or it was until the Witch got her nasty cold fingers all over it, and I dare say it shall be again under Your Majesties.”
And so the sheep were called from the fields, and the Dwarves took up their looms, and Cair Paravel was festooned with new tapestries, draperies, lace, linens and yes, tea towels... but Edmund was forced to set his foot down when he found Lucy inflicting a knobbly knitted sweater upon a young elm (“You’ve got to ask the Draiad first, Lu!” was his excuse, but he should have foreseen the consequences, for his sister was much beloved by the Royal Wood, and so it was Edmund who had to explain to the coronation guests that no, Narnian trees were not still cold after one hundred years of winter, they were just enjoying a good yarn).