"Doesnt anyone know where it is?" asked Scrubb.
expeditions usually end that way: knifing one another, I shouldnt wonder, before alls done. But the longer we can keep off it-”
two; not that I suppose any of us will close an eye tonight," instantly went off into such a loud, continuous snore that, when Jill at last got to sleep, she dreamed all night about road-drills and waterfalls and being in express trains in tunnels.
What they found outside was quite unlike the bit of Narnia they had seen on the day before. They were on a great flat plain which was cut into countless little islands by countless channels of water. The islands were covered with coarse grass and bordered with reeds and rushes. Sometimes there were beds of rushes about an acre in extent.
"Yes, when!" said Puddleglum very drily.
"Or wash either, I suppose," said Jill scornfully. But Scrubb had already got up, yawned, shaken himself, and crawled out of the wigwam. Jill did the same.
"I dont know about Anyone," said Puddleglum. "And I wont say I havent heard of that Ruined City. You wouldnt start from the fountain, though. Youd have to go across Ettinsmoor. Thats where the Ruined City is, if its anywhere. But Ive been as far in that direction as most people and I never got to any ruins, so I wont deceive you.”
"Look over there northward," said Puddleglum, pointing with his pipe. "See those hills and bits of cliff? Thats the beginning of Ettinsmoor. But theres a river between it and us; the river Shribble. No bridges, of course.”
"What sort of people live there?" she asked.
"Well," said the Marsh-wiggle very slowly, "all the others who ever went looking for Prince Rilian started from that same fountain where the Lord Drinian saw the lady. They went north, mostly. And as none of them ever came back, we cant exactly say how they got on.”
"Yes we did, though," said Jill. "We had a lovely night.”
After that she saw to the fire and he had a wash. Both felt a good deal fresher, but very hungry.
"Ah," said the Marsh-wiggle, shaking his head. "I see youre making the best of a bad job.
The rest of the day was spent in preparations for an early start tomorrow morning.
As they drew nearer, the figure turned its head and showed them a long thin face with rather sunken cheeks, a tightly shut mouth, a sharp nose, and no beard. He was wearing a high, pointed hat like a steeple, with an enormously wide flat brim. The hair, if it could be called hair, which hung over his large ears was greeny-grey, and each lock was flat rather than round, so that they were like tiny reeds. His expression was solemn, his complexion muddy, and you could see at once that he took a serious view of life.
"I suppose we can ford it, though," said Scrubb.
Both children noticed that he said "we", not "you", and both exclaimed at the same moment. "Are you coming with us?”
"Where has the thingummy got to, I wonder?" said Jill.
"Weve got to start by finding a ruined city of giants," said Jill. "Aslan said so.”
"Now," said Puddleglum. "Those eels will take a mortal long time to cook, and either of you might faint with hunger before theyre done. I knew a little girl - but Id better not tell
"How beastly one feels after sleeping in ones clothes," said Jill, sitting up.
"Look here!" said Scrubb, suddenly losing his temper, as people so easily do when they have been frightened. "I dont believe the whole thing can be half as bad as youre making out; any more than the beds in the wigwam were hard or the wood was wet. I dont think Aslan would ever have sent us if there was so little chance as all that.”
Presently the Marsh-wiggle joined them. In spite of his expectation of catching no eels, he had a dozen or so, which he had already skinned and cleaned. He put a big pot on, mended the fire, and lit his pipe. Marsh-wiggles smoke a very strange, heavy sort of tobacco (some people say they mix it with mud) and the children noticed the smoke from Puddleglums pipe hardly rose in the air at all. It trickled out of the bowl and downwards and drifted along the ground like a mist. It was very black and set Scrubb coughing.
"The Marsh-wiggle," said Scrubb, as if he were rather proud of knowing the word. "I expect-hullo, that must be him." And then they both saw him, sitting with his back to them, fishing, about fifty yards away. He had been hard to see at first because he was nearly the same colour as the marsh and because he sat so still.
"Why not?" asked Scrubb.
The children sat down on each side of him. They now saw that he had very long legs and arms, so that although his body was not much bigger than a dwarfs, he would be taller than most men when he stood up. The fingers of his hands were webbed like a frogs, and so were his bare feet which dangled in the muddy water. He was dressed in earthcoloured clothes that hung loose about him.
Jill winced. She had never liked giants even in books, and she had once met one in a nightmare. Then she saw Scrubbs face, which had turned rather green, and thought to herself, "I bet hes in a worse funk than I am." That made her feel braver.
You wont know how to use it, I expect.”
"Its not for me to say they arent all right in their own way," answered Puddleglum. "If you like their way.”
"Why, its not in reason that you should like our sort of victuals, though Ive no doubt youll put a bold face on it. All the same, while I am a catching of them, if you two could try to light the fire - no harm trying -! The woods behind the wigwam. It may be wet.
"Thats what I meant, of course," said Jill. "And then, when weve found it-”
Puddleglum, being far the biggest, said he would carry three blankets, with a large bit of bacon rolled up inside them.Jill was to carry the remains of the eels, some biscuit, and the tinder-box. Scrubb was to carry both his own cloak and Jills when they didnt want to wear them. Scrubb (who had learned some shooting when he sailed to the East under Caspian) had Puddleglums secondbest bow, and Puddleglum had his best one; though he said that what with winds, and damp bowstrings, and bad light, and cold fingers, it was a hundred to one against either of them hitting anything. He and Scrubb both had swords Scrubb had brought the one which had been left out for him in his room at Cair Paravel, but Jill had to be content with her knife. There would have been a quarrel about this, but as soon as they started sparring the wiggle rubbed his hands and said, "Ah, there you are.
The Marsh-wiggle sucked in his cheeks till they were hollower than you would have thought possible. "Well, I dont know that youd call it help," he said. "I dont know that anyone can exactly help. It stands to reason were not likely to get very far on a journey to the North, not at this time of the year, with the winter coming on soon and all. And an early winter too, by the look of things. But you mustnt let that make you down-hearted.
Pole and I can go on alone, cant we, Pole?”
"And how shall we start?" said Scrubb.
"Good morning, Guests," he said. "Though when I say good I dont mean it wont probably turn to rain or it might he snow, or fog, or thunder. You didnt get any sleep, I dare say.
"Got to start by finding it, have we?" answered Puddleglum. "Not allowed to start by looking for it, I suppose?”
"Please, we dont know your name," said Scrubb.
Glimfeather was calling. "Wake up, Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the Lions business.”
"Well, if you feel its so hopeless," interrupted Scrubb, "I think youd better stay behind.
"In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle," said Eustace.
"Im sick of adventures," said Jill crossly.
For a long time there was no reply. Then, a long way off, a dim light appeared and began to come nearer. With it came a voice.
She did, however, consent to climb on to Glimfeathers back, and was thoroughly waked up (for a while) by the unexpected coldness 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 back in that delightful bedroom, snug in bed, watching the firelight on the walls. She put her hands under her cloak and wrapped it tightly round her.
"Thats true enough," said Puddleglum. "Theyre at peace with us all right. As long as we stay on our own side of the Shribble, they wont do us any harm. Over on their side, on the Moor - Still, theres always a chance. If we dont get near any of them, and if none of them forget themselves, and if were not seen, its just possible we might get a long way.”
It was uncanny 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 on great adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was bringing back to him a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King Caspian.
You could light it inside the wigwam, and then wed get all the smoke in our eyes. Or you could light it outside, and then the rain would come and put it out. Heres my tinder-box.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake, for she knew that if she dozed on Glimfeathers back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls ended their 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!”
"A Marsh-wiggle. Dont ask me what it is. I couldnt see it last night. Im getting up. Lets go and look for it.”
Very likely, what with enemies, and mountains, and rivers to cross, and losing our way, and next to nothing to eat, and sore feet, well hardly notice the weather. And if we dont get far enough to do any good, we may get far enough not to get back in a hurry.”
"A what?”
"The King told me long ago," said Scrubb - "that time when I was with him at sea-that hed jolly well beaten those giants in war and made them pay him tribute.”
"I was just thinking how nice it was not to have to dress," said Eustace.
Clouds of birds were constantly alighting in them and rising from them again-duck, snipe, bitterns, herons. Many wigwams like that in which they had passed the night could be seen dotted about, but all at a good distance from one another; for Marsh-wiggles are people who like privacy. Except for the fringe of the forest several miles to the south and west of them, there was not a tree in sight. Eastward the flat marsh stretched to low sand-hills on the horizon, and you could tell by the salt tang in the wind which blew from that direction that the sea lay over there. To the North there were low pale- coloured hills, in places bastioned with rock. The rest was all flat marsh. It would have been a depressing place on a w et evening. Seen under a morning sun, with a fresh wind blowing, and theair filled with the crying of birds, there was something fine and fresh and clean about its loneliness. The children felt their spirits rise.
"I suppose wed better go and speak to him," said Jill. Scrubb nodded. They both felt a little nervous.
"Wheres Ettinsmoor?" said Scrubb.
"Yes, do lets," said Jill. "Can you help us to find Prince Rilian?”
All three went to bed early in the wigwam. This time the children really had a rather bad night. That was because Puddleglum, after saying, "Youd better try for some sleep, you
PUDDLEGLUM JILL. was asleep. Ever since the 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, completely dark, and almost completely 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.
Thats right. Youve been well brought up, you have. Youve learned to put a good face on things.”
I mean, are they animals, or birds, or dwarfs, or what?”
"Oh, come on, Pole, buck up," said Scrubbs voice. "After all, it is an adventure.”
"Owls ahoy!" it said. "What is it? Is the King dead? Has an enemy landed in Narnia? Is it a flood? Or dragons?”
you that story. It might lower your spirits, and thats a thing I never do. So, to keep your minds off your hunger, we may as well talk about our plans.”
"Well, it has been forded," admitted the Marsh-wiggle.
When the children woke late next morning they found that they were lying, very dry and warm, on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular opening let in the daylight.
Wont do to quarrel, you know. At any rate, dont begin it too soon. I know these
Wont sleep a wink, most likely; even if there isnt a thunderstorm 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.
"Puddleglums my name. But it doesnt matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.”
"Shut up and dont be an ass, Scrubb," said Jill hastily, terrified lest the Marsh-wiggle should take him at his word.
"Youre right about meeting people," said Puddleglum.
"Oh yes, Im coming of course. Might as well, you see. I dont suppose we shall ever see the King back in Narnia, now that hes once set off for foreign parts; and he had a nasty cough when he left. Then theres Trumpkin. Hes failing fast. And youll find therell have been a bad harvest after this terrible dry summer. And I shouldnt wonder if some enemy attacked us. Mark my words.”
But Scrubb had learned that sort of thing on his last adventure. The children ran back together to the wigwam, found the wood (which was perfectly dry) and succeeded in lighting a fire with rather less than the usual difficulty. Then Scrubb sat and took care of it while Jill went and had some sort of wash - not a very nice one - in the nearest channel.
"Dont you lose heart, Pole," said Puddleglum. "Im coming, sure and certain. Im not going to lose an opportunity like this. It will do me good. They all say - I mean, the other wiggles all say-that Im too flighty; dont take life seriously enough. If theyve said it once, theyve said it a thousand times. Puddleglum, theyve said, `youre altogether too full of bobance and bounce and high spirits. Youve got to learn that life isnt all fricasseed frogs and eel pie. You want something to sober you down a bit. Were only saying it for your own good, Puddleglum. Thats what they say. Now a job like this - a journey up north just as winters beginning, looking for a Prince that probably isnt there, by way of a ruined city that no one has ever seen - will be just the thing. If that doesnt steady a chap, I dont know what will." And he rubbed his big frog-like hands together as if he were talking of going to a party or a pantomime. "And now,"; he added, "lets see how those eels are getting on.”
The Marsh-wiggle gave a long whistle. "Phew!" he said. "Dont you know? Ithought the owls had told you. Theyre giants.”
"Im trying to catch a few eels to make an eel stew for our dinner," said Puddleglum.
I thought as much. Thats what usually happens on adventures." This made them both shut up.
"Perhaps we shall meet people on Ettinsmoor who can tell us the way," said Jill.
"Though I shouldnt wonder if I didnt get any. And you wont like them much if I do.”
"Yes, but what are they?" pressed Jill. "There are so many queer creatures in this country.
When the meal came it was delicious and the children had two large helpings each. At first the Marsh-wiggle wouldnt believe that they really liked it, and when they had eaten so much that he had to believe them, he fell back on saying that it would probably disagree with them horribly. "Whats food for wiggles may be poison for humans, I shouldnt wonder," he said. After the meal they had tea, in tins (as youve seen men having it who are working on the road), and Puddleglum had a good many sips out of a square black bottle. He offered the children some of it, but they thought it very nasty.
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 can do. Youll lie cold and hard. Damp too, I shouldnt wonder.
"Where on earth are we?" asked Jill.
He quite expected the Marsh-wiggle to give him an angry reply, but he only said, "Thats the spirit, Scrubb. Thats the way to talk. Put a good face on it. But we all need to be very careful about our tempers, seeing all the hard times we shall have to go through together.
