THE HEALING OF HARMS WHEN Jill woke m and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid moment that she was ba the Underworld. But wheiced that she was lying on a bed of heather with a furry mantle over her, and saw a cheery fire crag (as if newly lit) on a stoh and, farther off, m sunlight ing in through the caves mouth, she remembered all the happy truth. They had had a delightful supper, all crowded into that cave, in spite of being so sleepy before it roperly over. She had a vague impression of Dwarfs crowding round the fire with frying-pans rather bigger than themselves, and the hissing, and delicious smell of sausages, and more, and more, and more sausages. And not wretched sausages half full of bread and soya beaher, but
real meaty, spies, fat and piping hot and burst and just the ti bit burnt. And great mugs of frothy chocolate, and roast potatoes and roast chestnuts, and baked apples with raisins stu where the cores had been, and then ices just to freshen you up after all the hot things.
Jill sat up and looked around. Puddleglum aace were lying not far away, both fast asleep.
"Hi, you two!" shouted Jill in a loud voice. "Arent you ever going to get up?」
"Shoo, shoo!" said a sleepy voiewhere above her. "Time to be settling down. Have a good snooze, do, do. Dont make a to-do. Tu-whoo!」
"Why, I do believe," said Jill, glang up at a white bundle of fluffy feathers which erched on top of a grandfather clo one er of the cave, "I do believe its Glimfeather!」
"True, true," whirred the Owl, lifting its head out from us wing and opening one eye. "I came up with a message for the Pri about two. The squirrels brought us the good news. Message for the Prince. Hes gone. Youre to follow too. Good- day -" and the head disappeared again.
As there seemed no further hope of getting any information from the Owl, Jill got up and began looking round for any ce of a wash and some breakfast. But almost at once a little Faun came trotting into the cave with a sharp click-clack of his goaty hoofs oone floor.
"Ah! Youve woken up at last, Daughter of Eve," he said. "Perhaps youd better wake the Son of Adam. Youve got to be off in a few minutes and two taurs have very kindly offered to let you ride on their backs down to Cair Paravel." He added in a lower voice.
"Of course, you realize it is a most special and unheard-of honour to be allowed to ride a taur. I dont know that I ever heard of anyone doing it before. It wouldnt do to keep them waiting.」
"Wheres the Prince?" was the first question of Eustad Puddleglum as soon as they had been wakened.
"Hes gone down to meet the King, his father, at Cair Paravel," answered the Faun, whose name was Orruns. "His Majestys ship is expected in harbour any moment. It seems that the Ki Aslan - I dont know whether it was in a vision or face to face - before he had sailed far, and Aslan turned him bad told him he would find his long-lost son awaiting him when he reached Narnia.」
Eustace was now up and he and Jill set about helping Orruns to get the breakfast.
Puddleglum was told to stay in bed. A taur called Cloudbirth, a famous healer, or (as Orruns called it) a leech, was ing to see to his burnt foot.
"Ah!" said Puddleglum in a tone almost of te, "hell want to have the leg off at the knee, I shouldnt wonder. You see if he doesnt." But he was quite glad to stay in bed.
Breakfast was s