Just then she came to a path which led through thick bushes.
“I will see where this leads,” she said. “Perhaps it leads to Old Three Heads’ house.”
Lucy walked along the path and soon she saw a castle standing among the trees. Most little girls would have hesitated about going into a strange house, but Lucy’s curiosity was so great she thought only of seeing the inside of the castle. She walked up the steps and opened the door. The hall was long and dark, but she was not afraid. So she closed the door and walked along.
There were many doors on each side of the hall, and Lucy opened one and looked in. In one corner of the room was a horse with three heads. “What a queer place to keep a horse!” thought Lucy.
“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” said the horse, shaking all three heads and looking sad.
“How did you get three heads?” asked Lucy.
“I looked in the window one day when Old Three Heads was eating his dinner, and he saw me. You better look out,” he warned her again.
Lucy thought of the other doors and decided to keep on, for she was very anxious to see what was behind all of them.
She opened another door and a three-headed cat ran toward her. “You have only one head!” said the cat, in a tone of surprise. “You better look out for Old Three Heads.”
“I am not afraid,” said Lucy, as she left the room and opened another door. In this room was a three-headed dog. He looked at her and said, “Better look out for Old Three Heads; you will find him if you keep on opening doors.”