"What I dont quite understand," said Jill, "is how we didnt see the lettering? Or could it have come there since last night. Could he - Aslan - have put it there in the night? I had such a queer dream." And she told them all about it.
"Oh, please! Youre not going away, are you? You will come back?”
"Easy, isnt it?" said Puddleglum. "We might try opening that door to begin with." And they all looked at the door and saw that none of them could reach the handle, and that almost certainly no one could turn it if they did.
Twenty or thirty giants, including the King, were assembled, ready for the sport, all talking and laughing fit to deafen you: and down below, nearer Jills level, there were wagging tails, and barking, and loose, slobbery mouths and noses of dogs thrust into your hand. Puddleglum was just beginning to strike what he thought a gay and gamesome attitude (which might have spoiled everything if it had been noticed) when Jill put on her most attractively childish smile, rushed across to the Queens litter and shouted up to the Queen.
Its alive.”
She soon saw that she was right about this, for a table and chair of the right height for an ordinary grown-up human were placed for her, and the knives and forks and spoons were the proper size too. It was delightful to sit down, feeling warm and clean at last. Her feet were still bare and it was lovely to tread on the giant carpet. She sank in it well over her ankles and it was justthe thing for sore feet. The meal - which I suppose we must call dinner, though it was nearer tea time - was cock-a-leekie soup, and hot roast turkey, and a steamed pudding, and roast chestnuts, and as much fruit as you could eat.
"The truth is," said Scrubb, "we were so jolly keen on getting to this place that we werent bothering about anything else. At least I know I was. Ever since we met that woman with the knight who didnt talk, weve been thinking of nothing else. Wed nearly forgotten about Prince Rilian.”
"Yes, my dear," said the Queen. "Ill be back tonight.”
"But how can we?" asked Jill.
"Yes indeed," said the King. "Quite excellent children. We welcome you to our court.
No. We must just own up. Weve only four signs to go by, and weve muffed the first three.”
"Its hardly what I call a Chance," said the Marshwiggle. "But its all the chance were likely to get." As a matter of fact, Scrubbs plan was not quite so hopeless as you might think. If you want to get out of a house without being seen, the middle of the afternoon is in some ways a better time to try it than the middle of the night. Doors and windows are more likely to be open; and if you are caught, you can always pretend you werent meaning to go far and had no particular plans. (It is very hard to make either giants or grown-ups believe this if youre found climbing out of a bedroom window at one oclock in the morning.)
"You mean I have," said Jill. "Its quite true. Ive spoiled everything ever since you brought me here. All the same - Im frightfully sorry and all that - all the same, what are the instructions? UNDER ME doesnt seem to make much sense.”
Jill was just as indignant as you and I would have been at the mention of toys and dolls; and, though lollipops and comfits might be all very well in their way, she very much hoped that something more solid would be provided. The Queens foolish speech, however, produced excellent results, for Puddleglum and Scrubb were at once picked up by gigantic gentlemen-in-waiting, and Jill by a gigantic maid of honour, and carried off to their rooms.
The rain fell steadily all the evening and all the night, dashing against the windows of the castle, and Jill never heard it but slept deeply, past supper time and past midnight. And
"Reshpeckobiggle," said Puddleglum.
Thinking to himself that he would never forgive her (or Puddleglum either), Scrubb licked his lips and shouted up to the King giant.
then came the deadest hour of the night and nothing stirred but mice in the house of the giants. At that hour there came to Jill a dream. It seemed to her that she awoke in the same room and saw the fire, sunk low and red, and in the firelight the great wooden horse. And the horse came of its own will, rolling on its wheels across the carpet, and stood at her head. And now it was no longer a horse, but a lion as big as the horse. And then it was not a toy lion, but a real lion, The Real Lion, just as she had seen him on the mountain beyond the worlds end. And a smell of all sweet-smelling things there are filled the room. But there was some trouble in Jills mind, though she could not think what it was, and the tears streamed down her face and wet the pillow. The Lion told her to repeat the signs, and she found that she had forgotten them all. At that, a great horror came over her. And Aslan took her up in his jaws (she could feel his lips and his breath but not his teeth) and carried her to the window and made her look out. The moon shone bright; and written in great letters across the world or the sky (she did not know which)
but his tongue was so very large and red, and came out so unexpectedly, that it gave Jill quite a shock.
"Oh, what good children!" said the Queen. ("Perhaps shes the nice one after all," thought Jill.)
"Its my fault," she said in despairing tones. "I - Id given up repeating the signs every night. If Id been thinking about them I could have seen it was the city, even in all that snow.”
Luckily, at that very moment the door opened, and the giant Nurse bustled in saying, "Now, my poppets. Like to come and see the King and all the court setting out on the hunting? Such a pretty sight!”
who was, from the giants point of view, a little old woman almost bent double with age, and, from the human point of view, a giantess small enough to go about an ordinary room without knocking her head on the ceiling. She was very capable, though Jill did wish she wouldnt keep on clicking her tongue and saying things like "Oh la, la! Ups-adaisy" and "Theres a duck" and "Now well be all right, my poppet". She filled a giant foot-bath with hot water and helped Jill into it. If you can swim (as Jill could) a giant bath is a lovely thing. And giant towels, though a bit rough and coarse, are lovely too, because there are acres of them. In fact you dont need to dry at all, you just roll about on them in front of the fire and enjoy yourself. And when that was over, clean, fresh, warmed clothes were put on Jill: very splendid clothes and a little too big for her, but clearly made for humans not giantesses. "I suppose if that woman in the green kirtle comes here, they must be used to guests of our size," thought Jill.
"Hes quite all right, your Majesty, really, he is," said Scrubb hastily. "Youll like him much better when you get to know him. Im sure you will.”
"We must put them off their guard, though," said Scrubb. "We must pretend we love being here and are longing for this Autumn Feast.”
soon get into it, if you keep your eyes on me. They think Im a funny fellow already, you see. I dare say you two thought I was a trifle tipsy last night, but I do assure you it was - well, most of it was - put on. I had an idea it would come in useful, somehow.”
were the words UNDER ME. After that, the dream faded away, and when she woke, very late next morning, she did not remember that she had dreamed at all.
City, wed have been shown how - found a little door, or a cave, or a tunnel, met someone to help us. Might have been (you never know) Aslan himself. Wed have got down under those paving-stones somehow or other. Aslans instructions always work: there are no exceptions. But how to do it now - thats another matter.”
She was up and dressed and had finished breakfast in front of the fire when the Nurse opened the door and said: "Heres pretty poppets little friends come to play with her.”
Jills room was about the size of a church, and would have been rather grim if it had not had a roaring fire on the hearth and a very thick crimson carpet on the floor. And here delightful things began to happen to her. She was handed over to the Queens old Nurse,
"Oh, good. How lovely!" said Jill. "And we may come to the feast tomorrow night, maynt we? Were so longing for tomorrow night! And we do love being here. And while youre out, we may run over the whole castle and see everything, maynt we? Do say yes.”
They lost no time in rushing out past her and climbing down the first staircase they came to. The noise of hounds and horns and giant voices guided them, so that in a few minutes they reached the courtyard. The giants were all on foot, for there are no giant horses in that part of the world, and the giants hunting is done on foot; like beagling in England.
"Thats tomorrow night," said Puddleglum. "I heard one of them say so.”
"Why, you chump!" said Scrubb. "We did see it. We got into the lettering. Dont you see?
We got into the letter E in ME. That was your sunk lane. We walked along the bottom stroke of the E, due north - turned to our right along the upright - came to another turn to the right - thats the middle stroke - and then went on to the top left- hand corner, or (if you like) the north-eastern corner of the letter, and came back. Like the bally idiots we are." He kicked the window seat savagely, and went on, "So its no good, Pole. I know what you were thinking because I was thinking the same. You were thinking how nice it would have been if Aslan hadnt put the instructions on the stones of the ruined city till after wed passed it. And then it would have been his fault, not ours. So likely, isnt it?
"Is it still snowing, Nurse?" she asked sleepily.
The three travellers looked at each other in dismay, and, after a short whistle, Scrubb said what they were all thinking, "The second and third signs muffed." And at that moment Jills dream rushed back into her mind.
"Hullo! Good morning," said Jill. "Isnt this fun? Ive slept about fifteen hours, I believe. I do feel better, dont you?”
It was not a pleasant idea. Puddleglum was dead against any idea of telling the giants their real business and simply asking to be let out; and of course the children couldnt tell without his permission, because they had promised. And all three felt pretty sure that there would be no chance of escaping from the castle by night. Once they were in their rooms with the doors shut, they would be prisoners till morning. They might, of course, ask to have their doors left open, but that would rouse suspicions.
In came Scrubb and the Marsh-wiggle.
The bed was not a giant bed but only a big four-poster, like what you might see in an old-fashioned hotel; and very small it looked in that enormous room. She was very glad to tumble into it.
Give me your hands.”
The only annoying thing was that the Nurse kept coming in and out, and every time she came in, she brought a gigantic toy with her - a huge doll, bigger than Jill herself, a wooden horse on wheels, about the size of an elephant, a drum that looked like a young gasometer, and a woolly lamb. They were crude, badly made things, painted in very bright colours, and Jill hated the sight of them. She kept on telling the Nurse she didnt want them, but the Nurse said: "Tut-tut-tut-tut. Youll want em all right when youve had a bit of a rest, I know! Te-he-he! Beddy bye, now. A precious poppet!”
The hounds were also of normal size. When Jill saw that there were no horses she was at first dreadfully disappointed, for she felt sure that the great fat Queen would never go after hounds on foot; and it would never do to have her about the house all day. But then she saw the Queen in a kind of litter supported on the shoulders of six young giants. The silly old creature was all got up in green and had a horn at her side.
"All right. Gays the word," said Scrubb. "Now, if we could only get someone to open this door. While were fooling about and being gay, weve got to find out all we can about this castle.”
"I see," said Jill. "We must pretend to be awfully excited about it, and keep on asking questions. They think were absolute infants anyway, which will make it easier.”
The children, when they talked over their adventures afterwards, could never feel sure whether this last statement was quite strictly true; but they were sure that Puddleglum thought it was true when he made it.
Precious poppet will be able to go out and play tomorrow!" And she tucked Jill up and said good night.
"I shouldnt wonder," said Puddleglum, "if that wasnt exactly what she intended.”
"Gay," said Puddleglum with a deep sigh. "Thats what weve got to be. Gay. As if we hadnt a care in the world. Frolicsome. You two youngsters havent always got very high spirits, Ive noticed. You must watch me, and do as I do. Ill be gay. Like this" - and he assumed a ghastly grin. "And frolicsome" - here he cut a most mournful caper. "Youll
"Im worse," said Puddleglum. "I did see, or nearly. I thought it looked uncommonly like a ruined city.”
"Didnt try hard enough, though," said the Marshwiggle. "And Idno call to be trying. I ought to have done it. As if I couldnt have stopped you two with one hand each!”
He stretched down his great right hand - very clean and with any number of rings on the fingers, but also with terrible pointed nails. He was much too big to shake the hands which the children, in turn, held up to him; but he shook the arms.
"1 do," said Scrubb, "but Puddleglum says he has a headache. Hullo! - your window has a window seat. If we got up on that, we could see out." And at once they all did so: and at the first glance Jill said, "Oh, how perfectly dreadful!”
"Our only chance," said Scrubb, "is to try to sneak away by daylight. Mightnt there be an hour in the afternoon when most of the giants are asleep? - and if we could steal down into the kitchen, mightnt there be a back door open?”
THE HOUSE OF HARFANG "Go on, Pole, do your stuff," whispered Scrubb.
"Oh!" screamed the Queen, gathering her skirts close about her ankles. "The horrid thing!
I hope you wont lose all interest in Jill for the rest of the book if I tell you that at this moment she began to cry. There was a good deal of excuse for her. Her feet and hands and ears and nose were still only just beginning to thaw; melted snow was trickling off her clothes; she had had hardly anything to eat or drink that day; and her legs were aching so that she felt she could not go on standing much longer. Anyway, it did more good at the moment than anything else would have done, for the Queen said: "Ah, the poor child! My lord, we do wrong to keep our guests standing. Quick, some of you! Take them away. Give them food and wine and baths. Comfort the little girl. Give her lollipops, give her dolls, give her physics, give her all you can think of - possets and comfits and caraways and lullabies and toys. Dont cry, little girl, or you wont be good for anything when the feast comes.”
The Queen did say yes, but the laughter of all the courtiers nearly drowned her voice.
"Well, we shall just have to go back, I suppose," said Jill.
"If you please, Sire, the Lady of the Green Kirtle salutes you by us and said youd like to have us for your Autumn Feast.”
"Do you think they wont let us out if we ask?" said Jill. And nobody said, but everyone thought, "Supposing they dont.”
"And whats that?" asked the King, pointing to Puddleglum.
The sun was shining and, except for a few drifts, the snow had been almost completely washed away by the rain. Down below them, spread out like a map, lay the flat hill-top which they had struggled over yesterday afternoon; seen from the castle, it could not be mistaken for anything but the ruins of a gigantic city. It had been flat, as Jill now saw, because it was still, on the whole, paved, though in places the pavement was broken. The criss-cross banks were what was left of the walls of huge buildings which might once have been giants palaces and temples. One bit of wall, about five hundred feet high, was still standing; it was that which she had thought was a cliff. The things that had looked like factory chimneys were enormous pillars, broken off at unequal heights; their fragments lay at their bases like felled trees of monstrous stone. The ledges which they had climbed down on the north side of the hill - and also, no doubt the other ledges which they had climbed up on the south side - were the remaining steps of giant stairs. To crown all, in large, dark lettering across the centre of the pavement, ran the words UNDER ME.
"Thats the question," said Puddleglum, rubbing his big, frog-like hands together. "How can we now? No doubt, if wed had our minds on our job when we were at the Ruinous
The giant King and Queen looked at each other, nodded to each other, and smiled in a way that Jill didnt exactly like. She liked the King better than the Queen. He had a fine, curled beard and a straight eagle-like nose, and was really rather good- looking as giants go. The Queen was dreadfully fat and had a double chin and a fat, powdered face - which isnt a very nice thing at the best of times, and of course looks much worse when it is ten times too big. Then the King put out his tongue and licked his lips. Anyone might do that:
I know nothing so disagreeable as being kissed by a giantess. Jill thought the same, but was asleep in five minutes.
Jill found that her mouth was so dry that she couldnt speak a word. She nodded savagely at Scrubb.
"Yes it does, though," said Puddleglum. "It means weve got to look for the Prince under that city.”
"No. Raining now, ducky!" said the giantess. "Rainll wash away all the nasty snow.
"Youre the only one who isnt to blame," said Scrubb. "You did try to make us stop.”
