air drums beat, the music floats in the woods, bonfire lit the faces of fauns dance together in a frenzied shouts of joy. The fire crackles, the Lantern Waste is awake and crying to life, trees and rivers rise to join the party. And the little Tumnus includes the bonfire. This is the first time she comes to the dance of fauns and agitated dance will deplete the soul, but reassured bonfire. I had never seen an equal, and somewhat frightened, but also feels very peaceful look.
The music dies slowly from leaves, and drums do not resonate, the ashes of the bonfire spread in the grass. The small sleepy Tumnus and his mother collected. He explains what he has heard over the Lion, about Aslan, the protector of Narnia. The woman smiles and looks faun the sky but the clouds behold strange and snowflakes begin to fall in the middle of spring.
The fires are burning and the drums retruenan, but Tumnus knows that this time is different. Around it is only blood and ice, but has not seen his father. We are looking for screaming, ignoring the war, until a strong arm grabs. The face of his mother's desperate. Drags his son, who cries for her father, and cuandose away from the battle, he embraces. "Live, Tumnus" whispers. "Promise me you will live." He screams, begs, cries, but her mother away and he is left alone. The wolves sighted him know it is only a child. And when the faun contemplates the face of the witch curses the Lion who is not, he leaves the Lion. Because they have to live alone.
