HOW THEY DISCOVERED SOMETHING WORTH KNOWING THE others admitted afterwards that Jill had been wonderful that day. As soon as the King and the rest of the hunting party had set off, she began making a tour of the whole castle and asking questions, but all in su i, babyish way that no one could suspect her of a design. Though her tongue was ill, you could hardly say she talked: she prattled and giggled. She made love to everyohe grooms, the porters, the housemaids, the ladies-in-waiting, and the elderly giant lords whose hunting days were past. She submitted to being kissed and pawed about by any number of giantesses, many of whom seemed sorry for her and called her "a poor little thing" though none of them explained why. She made especial friends with the cook and discovered the all-important fact there was a scullery door which let you out through the outer wall, so that you did not have to cross the courtyard or pass the great gatehouse. In the kit she preteo be greedy, and ate all sorts of scraps which the cook and scullions delighted to give her. But upstairs among the ladies she asked questions about how she would be dressed for the great feast, and how long she would be allowed to sit up, and whether she would dah some very, very small giant. And then (it made her hot all over when she remembered it afterwards) she would put her head on one side in an idiotic fashion which grown-ups, giant and otherwise, thought very fetg, and shake her curls, and fidget, and say, "Oh, I do wish it was tomorrow night, dont you? Do you think the time will go quickly till then?" And all the giantesses said she erfect little darling; and some of them dabbed their eyes with enormous handkerchiefs as if they were going to cry.
"Theyre dear little things at that age," said one giao another. "It seems almost a pity . . .」
Scrubb and Puddleglum both did their best, but girls do that kind of thing better than boys. Even boys do it better than Marsh-wiggles.
At lunchtime something happened which made all three of them more anxious thao leave the castle of the Gentle Giants. They had lun the great hall at a little table of their owhe fireplace. At a bigger table, about twenty yards away, half a dozen old giants were lung. Their versation was so noisy, and so high up in the air, that the children soon took no more notice of it than you would of hooters outside the window or traffioises ireet. They were eating cold venison, a kind of food which Jill had asted before, and she was liking it.
Suddenly Puddleglum turo them, and his face had gone so pale that you could see the paleness uhe natural muddiness of his plexion. He said:
"Do another bite.」
"Whats wrong?" asked the other two in a whisper.
"Didnt you hear what those giants were saying? `Thats a ender haunch of venison, said one of them. `Then that stag was a liar, said another. `Why? said the first one. `Oh, said the other. `They say that when he was caught he said, Dont kill me, Im tough. You wont like me." For a moment Jill did not realize the full meaning of this. But she did when Scrubbs eyes opened wide with horror and he said: "So weve beeing a Talking stag.」
This discovery didnt have exactly the same effe all of them. Jill, who was o that world, was sorry for the poor stag and thought it rotten of the giants to have killed him. Scrubb, who had been in that world before and had at least oalking beast as his dear