PUDDLEGLUM JILL. was asleep. Ever sihe owls parliament began she had been yawning terribly and now she had dropped off. She was not at all pleased at being waked again, and at finding herself lying on bare boards in a dusty belfry sort of place, pletely dark, and almost pletely full of owls. She was even less pleased when she heard that they had to set off for somewhere else - and not, apparently, for bed - on the Owls back.
"Oh, e on, Pole, buck up," said Scrubbs voice. "After all, it is an adventure.」
"Im sick of adventures," said Jill crossly.
She did, however, sent to climb on to Glimfeathers back, and was thhly waked up (for a while) by the ued ess of the air when he flew out with her into the night. The moon had disappeared and there were no stars. Far behind her she could see a single lighted window well above the ground; doubtless, in one of the towers of Cair Paravel. It made her long to be ba that delightful bedroom, snug in bed, watg the firelight on the walls. She put her hands under her cloak and ed it tightly round her.
It was uny to hear two voices in the dark air a little distance away; Scrubb and his owl were talking to one another. "He doesnt sound tired," thought Jill. She did not realize that he had been o adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was bringing ba a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King Caspian.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake, for she khat if she dozed on Glimfeathers back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls eheir flight, she climbed stiffly off Glimfeather and found herself on flat ground. A chilly wind was blowing and they appeared to be in a place without trees. "Tu-whoo, tu- whoo!」
Glimfeather was calling. "Wake up, Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the Lions business.」
For a long time there was no reply. Then, a long way off, a dim light appeared and began to e nearer. With it came a voice.
"Owls ahoy!" it said. "What is it? Is the King dead? Has an enemy landed in Narnia? Is it a flood? ons?」
When the light reached them, it turned out to be that of a large lantern. She could see very little of the person who held it. He seemed to be all legs and arms. The owls were talking to him, explaining everything, but she was too tired to listen. She tried to wake herself up a bit when she realized that they were saying goodbye to her. But she could never afterwards remember much except that, sooner or later, she and Scrubb were stooping to enter a low doorway and then (oh, thank heavens) were lying down on something soft and warm, and a voice was saying: "There you are. Best we do. Youll lie cold and hard. Damp too, I shouldnt wonder.
Wont sleep a wink, most likely; even if there isnt a thuorm or a flood or the wigwam doesnt fall down on top of us all, as Ive known them do. Must make the best of it -" But she was fast asleep before the voice had ended.
When the children woke late m they found that they were lying, very dry and warm, on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular openi in the daylight.
"Where oh are we?" asked Jill.
"In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle," said Eustace.
"A what?」
"A Marsh-wiggle. Dont ask me what it is. I could last night. Im getting up. Lets go and look for it.」
"How beastly one feels after sleeping in ones clothes," said Jill, sitting up.
"I was just thinking how was not