"Begging your pardon, Maam. But we dont know you or your friend - a silent chap, isnt he? - and you dont know us. And wed as soon not talk to strangers about our business, if you dont mind. Shall we have a little rain soon, do you think?”
About the tenth day, they reached a place where the country changed. They came to the northern edge of the moor and looked down a long, steep slope into a different, and grimmer, land. At the bottom of the slope were cliffs: beyond these, a country of high mountains, dark precipices, stony valleys, ravines so deep and narrow that one could not see far into them, and rivers that poured out of echoing gorges to plunge sullenly into black depths. Needless to say, it was Puddleglum who pointed out a sprinkling of snow on the more distant slopes.
said Puddleglum.
"Good day, t-r-r-avellers," she cried out in a voice as sweet as the sweetest birds song, trilling her Rs delightfully. "Some of you are young pilgrims to walk this rough waste.”
"I suppose thats our way!" said Scrubb, pointing left and west to where a stream flowed down from the moor through a shallow gorge. But the Marsh-wiggle shook his head.
off his shoulder in a second. He brought down a good fat goose. It was far too late to think of reaching Harfang that day. But they had a hot meal and a fire, and started the night warmer than they had been for over a week. After the fire had gone out, the night grew bitterly cold, and when they woke next morning, their blankets were stiff with frost.
"Really, Puddleglum," said Jill with a shudder, "you do have the most horrible ideas.
"Look! Look!" cried Jill, and pointed across the plain; and there, through the gathering dusk, from beyond the flat hill, everyone saw lights. Lights! Not moonlight, nor fires, but a homely cheering row of lighted windows. If you have never been in the wild wilderness, day and night, for weeks, you will hardly understand how they felt.
"The giants mainly live along the side of that gorge," he said. "You might say the gorge was like a street to them. Well do better straight ahead, even though its a bit steep.”
"But therell be more on the north side of them, I shouldnt wonder," he added.
It was good, springy ground for walking, and a day of pale winter sunlight. As they got deeper into the moor, the loneliness increased: one could hear peewits and see an occasional hawk. When they halted in the middle of the morning for a rest and a drink in a little hollow by a stream, Jill was beginning to feel that she might enjoy adventures after all, and said so.
"I was going to ask her all about herself," said Jill. "But how could I when you wouldnt tell her anything about us?”
"Oh, thank you, thank you ever so much," said Jill and Scrubb.
When they reached the top and could look down the farther slope of the bridge, they saw what looked like the remains of an ancient giant road stretching away before them into the heart of the mountains. Many stones of its pavement were missing and there were wide patches of grass between those that remained. And riding towards them on that ancient road were two people of normal grown-up human size.
"Same here," said Jill. "And hadnt she a scrumptious dress. And the horse!”
In the second place, whatever the Lady had intended by telling them about Harfang, the actual effect on the children was a bad one. They could think about nothing but beds and baths and hot meals and how lovely it would be to get indoors. They never talked about Aslan, or even about the lost prince, now. And Jill gave up her habit of repeating the signs over to herself every night and morning. She said to herself, at first, that she was too tired, but she soon forgot all about it. And though you might have expected that the idea of having a good time at Harfang would have made them more cheerful, it really made them more sorry for themselves and more grumpy and snappy with each other and with Puddleglum.
At last they came one afternoon to a place where the gorge in which they were travelling widened out and dark fir woods rose on either side. They looked ahead and saw that they had come through the mountains. Before them lay a desolate, rocky plain: beyond it, further mountains capped with snow. But between them and those further mountains rose a low hill with an irregular flattish top.
"Or a sorcerers, more likely," said Puddleglum. "Weve got to look out for enchantments in a place like this. I think its a trap. I think itll turn into mist and melt away just when were out on the middle of it.”
"Never mind!" said Jill, stamping her feet. "Hot baths tonight!”
"Are they aiming at us?" asked Scrubb.
"Keep on. Move towards them," said Puddleglum. "Anyone you meet in a place like this is as likely as not to be an enemy, but we mustnt let them think were afraid.”
So they kept on, pretending not to have seen the giants. It was like walking past the gate of a house where there is a fierce dog, only far worse. There were dozens and dozens of these giants. They didnt look angry - or kind or interested at all. There was no sign that they had seen the travellers.
I wish I knew how far it is.”
They travelled across Ettinsmoor for many days, saving the bacon and living chiefly on the moor-fowl (they were not, of course, talking birds) which Eustace and the wiggle shot. Jill rather envied Eustace for being able to shoot; he had learned it on his voyage with King Caspian. As there were countless streams on the moor, they were never short of water. Jill thought that when, in books, people live on what they shoot, it never tells you what a long, smelly, messy job it is plucking and cleaning dead birds, and how cold it makes your fingers. But the great thing was that they met hardly any giants. One giant saw them, but he only roared with laughter and stumped away about his own business.
Walks after the first halt - like school mornings after break or railway journeys after changing trains - never go on as they were before. When they set out again, Jill noticed that the rocky edge of the gorge had drawn nearer. And the rocks were less flat, more upright, than they had been. In fact they were like little towers of rock. And what funny shapes they were!
The children thanked her again, with shining eyes, and the Lady waved to them. The Marsh-wiggle took off his steeple-hat and bowed very stiffly. Then the silent Knight and the Lady started walking their horses up the slope of the bridge with a great clatter of hoofs.
"Yes, and having a hot bath," said Jill. "Do you think theyll ask us to stay? We dont know them, you see.”
"Well!" said Puddleglum. "Id give a good deal to know where shes coming from and where shes going. Not the sort you expect to meet in the wilds of Giantland, is she? Up to no good, Ill be bound.”
Then - whizz-whizz-whizz - some heavy object came hurtling through the air, and with a crash a big boulder fell about twenty paces ahead of them. And then - thud! - another fell twenty feet behind.
"Them?" said the wiggle. "Whos them? I only saw one.”
Her blood froze. The thing moved. It was a real giant. There was no mistaking it; she had seen it turn its head. She had caught a glimpse of the great, stupid, puffcheeked face. All the things were giants, not rocks. There were forty or fifty of them, all in a row; obviously standing with their feet on the bottom of the gorge and their elbows resting on the edge of the gorge, just as men might stand leaning on a wall - lazy men, on a fine morning after breakfast.
"All the same," said Puddleglum, "I wish we knew a bit more about her.”
How do you think of them all?”
"I saw a suit of armour," said Puddleglum. "Why didnt he speak?”
"Were looking for the ruined city of the giants," said Jill.
"How about a skeleton?" asked the Marsh-wiggle with ghastly cheerfulness. "Or perhaps," he added as an afterthought, "nothing at all. I mean, nothing you could see.
The other was a lady on a white horse, a horse so lovely that you wanted to kiss its nose and give it a lump of sugar at once. But the lady, who rode side-saddle and wore a long, fluttering dress of dazzling green, was lovelier still.
It took them some time to reach the foot of the slope and, when they did, they looked down from the top of the cliffs at a river running below them from west to east. It was walled in by precipices on the far side as well as on their own, and it was green and sunless, full of rapids and waterfalls. The roar of it shook the earth even where they stood.
"Yes," said Scrubb. "And why were you so stiff and unpleasant. Didnt you like them?”
"But have a care," said the Lady. "On whatever day you reach Harfang, that you come not to the door too late. For they shut their gates a few hours after noon, and it is the custom of the castle that they open to none when once they have drawn bolt, how hard so ever he knock.”
After about twenty-five minutes the giants apparently had a quarrel. This put an end to the cock-shies, but it is not pleasant to be within a mile of quarrelling giants. They stormed and jeered at one another in long, meaningless words of about twenty syllables each. They foamed and gibbered and jumped in their rage, and each jump shook the earth like a bomb. They lammed each other on the head with great, clumsy stone hammers; but their skulls were so hard that the hammers bounced off again, and then the monster who
"Hang it all," said Scrubb. "Think of the shape of the armour! What could be inside it except a man?”
"Oh rot!" said Scrubb. "I thought she was simply super. And think of hot meals and warm rooms. I do hope Harfang isnt a long way off.”
And now they nearly had the first of those quarrels which Puddleglum had foretold: not that Jill and Scrubb hadnt been sparring and snapping at each other a good deal before, but this was the first really serious disagreement. Puddleglum didnt want them to go to Harfang at all. He said that he didnt know what a giants idea of being "gentle" might be, and that, anyway, Aslans signs had said nothing about staying with giants, gentle or otherwise. The children, on the other hand, who were sick of wind and rain, and skinny fowl roasted over campfires, and hard, cold earth to sleep on, were absolutely dead set to visit the Gentle Giants. In the end, Puddleglum agreed to do so, but only on one condition. The others must give an absolute promise that, unless he gave them leave, they would not tell the Gentle Giants that they came from Narnia or that they were looking for Prince Rilian. And they gave him this promise, and went on.
"The r-r-ruined city?" said the Lady. "That is a strange place to be seeking. What will you do if you find it?”
And the higher they went, the colder it grew, and the wind blew so that they could hardly keep their footing. It seemed to shake the bridge.
It was a horrible time. There seemed no end to the line of giants, and they never ceased hurling stones, some of which fell extremely close. Quite apart from the real danger, the very sight and sound of their faces and voices were enough to scare anyone. Jill tried not to look at them.
The Lady laughed: the richest, most musical laugh you can imagine. "Well, children," she said, "you have a wise, solemn old guide with you. I think none the worse of him for keeping his own counsel, but Ill be free with mine. I have often heard the name of the giantish City Ruinous, but never met any who would tell me the way thither. This road leads to the burgh and castle of Harfang, where dwell the gentle giants. They are as mild, civil, prudent, and courteous as those of Ettinsmoor are foolish, fierce, savage, and given to all beastliness. And in Harfang you may or may not hear tidings of the City Ruinous, but certainly you shall find good lodgings and merry hosts. You would be wise to winter there, or, at the least, to tarry certain days for your ease and refreshment. There you shall have steaming baths, soft beds, and bright hearths; and the roast and the baked and the sweet and the strong will be on the table four times in a day.”
About fifty yards ahead, the land rose up to the beginning of the moor, everywhere steeply, and often in cliffs.
So they turned andwent to the bridge. And when they reached it, it certainly seemed solid enough. The single stones were as big as those at Stonehenge and must have been squared by good masons once, though now they were cracked and crumbled. The balustrade had apparently been covered with rich carvings, of which some traces remained; mouldering faces and forms of giants, minotaurs, squids, centipedes, and dreadful gods. Puddleglum still didnt trust it, but he consented to cross it with the children.
"I was wondering," remarked Puddleglum, "what youd really see if you lifted up the visor of that helmet and looked inside.”
That night they bivouacked on the bare moor, and Puddleglum showed the children how to make the best of their blankets by sleeping back to back. (The backs keep each other warm and you can then have both blankets on top.) But it was chilly even so, and the ground was hard and lumpy. The Marsh-wiggle told them they would feel more comfortable if only they thought how very much colder it would be later on and farther north; but this didnt cheer them up at all.
"No," said Puddleglum. "Wed be a good deal safer if they were. Theyre trying to hit that - that cairn over there to the right. They wont hit it, you know. Its safe enough; theyre such very bad shots. They play cock-shies most fine mornings. About the only game theyre clever enough to understand.”
"Thats as may be, Maam," said Puddleglum very stiffly and on his guard.
"Oh, bother his ideas!" said Scrubb. "Hes always expecting the worst, and hes always wrong. Lets think about those Gentle Giants and get on to Harfang as quickly as we can.
"Do you think any of the giants weve seen would have sense to build a thing like that?”
The climb up to the crown of the arch was long and heavy. In many places the great stones had dropped out, leaving horrible gaps through which you looked down on the river foaming thousands of feet below. They saw an eagle fly through under their feet.
Someone invisible.”
"The bright side of it is," said Puddleglum, "that if we break our necks getting down the cliff, then were safe from being drowned in the river.”
had given the blow would drop his hammer and howl with pain because it had stung his fingers. But he was so stupid that he would do exactly the same thing a minute later. This was a good thing in the long run, for by the end of an hour all the giants were so hurt that they sat down and began to cry. When they sat down, their heads were below the edge of the gorge, so that you saw them no more; but Jill could hear them howling and blubbering and boo-booing like great babies even after the place was a mile behind.
"Harfang!" cried Scrubb and Jill in glad, excited voices; and "Harfang," repeated Puddleglum in a dull, gloomy voice. But he added, "Hullo! Wild geese!" and had the bow
"I expect he was shy," said Jill. "Or perhaps he just wants to look at her and listen to her lovely voice. Im sure I would if I was him.”
"Weve got to -" began Jill, but Puddleglum interrupted.
"Keep straight on," whispered Puddleglum, who had noticed them too. "Dont look at them. And whatever you do, dont run. Theyd be after us in a moment.”
After that talk with the Lady things got worse in two different ways. In the first place the country was much harder. The road led through endless, narrow valleys down which a cruel north wind was always blowing in their faces. There was nothing that could be used for firewood, and there were no nice little hollows to camp in, as there had been on the moor. And the ground was all stony, and made your feet sore by day and every bit of you sore by night.
"Didnt you see the Knight?" asked Jill.
"Only tell them," answered the Lady, "that She of the Green Kirtle salutes them by you, and has sent them two fair Southern children for the Autumn Feast.”
They found a place where they could scramble up, and in about ten minutes stood panting at the top. They cast a longing look back at the valley-land of Narnia and then turned their faces to the North. The vast, lonely moor stretched on and up as far as they could see. On their left was rockier ground. Jill thought that must be the edge of the giants gorge and did not much care about looking in that direction. They set out.
THE WILD WASTE LANDS OF THE NORTH AT about nine oclock next morning three lonely figures might have been seen picking their way across the Shribble by the shoals and stepping-stones. It was a shallow, noisy stream, and even Jill was not wet above her knees when they reached the northern bank.
"Why, it must be a giants bridge!" said Jill.
By the time they had stepped off the end of the bridge on to the grass, the two strangers were quite close. One was a knight in complete armour with his visor down. His armour and his horse were black; there was no device on his shield and no banneret on his spear.
"Oh, for goodness sake, dont be such a wet blanket," said Scrubb. "Why on earth shouldnt it be a proper bridge?”
"But mightnt it have been built by other giants?" said Jill. "I mean, by giants who lived hundreds of years ago, and were far cleverer than the modern kind. It might have been built by the same ones who built the giant city were looking for. And that would mean we were on the right track - the old bridge leading to the old city!”
"We havent had any yet," said the Marsh-wiggle.
"What about that?" said Scrubb suddenly, pointing upstream to their left. Then they all looked and saw the last thing they were expecting - a bridge. And what a bridge, too! It was a huge, single arch that spanned the gorge from cliff-top to cliff-top; and the crown of that arch was as high above the cliff-tops as the dome of St Pauls is above the street.
"I say!" exclaimed Scrubb. "Thats something like! Think of sleeping in a bed again.”
"Thats a real brain-wave, Pole," said Scrubb. "It must be that. Come on.”
"I do believe," thought Jill, "that all the stories about giants might have come from those funny rocks. If you were coming along here when it was half dark, you could easily think those piles of rock were giants. Look at that one, now! You could almost imagine that the lump on top was a head. It would be rather too big for the body, but it would do well enough for an ugly giant. And all that bushy stuff - I suppose its heather and birds nests, really - would do quite well for hair and beard. And the things sticking out on each side are quite like ears. Theyd be horribly big, but then I dare say giants would have big ears, like elephants. And - o-o-o-h! -”
