CHAPTER FIVE
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PUDDLEGLUM JILL. was asleep. Ever sihe 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, pletely dark, and almost pletely 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."Oh, e on, Pole, buck up," said Scrubbs voice. "After all, it is an adventure.”
"Im sick of adventures," said Jill crossly.
She did, however, sent to climb on to Glimfeathers back, and was thhly waked up (for a while) by the ued ess 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 ba that delightful bedroom, snug in bed, watg the firelight on the walls. She put her hands under her cloak and ed it tightly round her.
It was uny 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 o adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was bringing ba a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King Caspian.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake, for she khat if she dozed on Glimfeathers back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls eheir 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!”
Glimfeather was calling. "Wake up, Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the Lions business.”
For a long time there was no reply. Then, a long way off, a dim light appeared and began to e nearer. With it came a voice.
"Owls ahoy!" it said. "What is it? Is the King dead? Has an enemy landed in Narnia? Is it a flood? ons?”
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 do. Youll lie cold and hard. Damp too, I shouldnt wonder.
Wont sleep a wink, most likely; even if there isnt a thuorm 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.
When the children woke late m they found that they were lying, very dry and warm, on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular openi in the daylight.
"Where oh are we?" ask..ed Jill.
"In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle," said Eustace.
"A what?”
"A Marsh-wiggle. Dont ask me what it is. I could last night. Im getting up. Lets go and look for it.”
"How beastly one feels after sleeping in ones clothes," said Jill, sitting up.
"I was just thinking how was not to have to dress," said Eustace.
"Or wash either, I suppose," said Jill sfully. But Scrubb had already got up, yawned, shaken himself, and crawled out of the wigwam. Jill did the same.
What they found outside was quite uhe bit of Narnia they had seen on the day before. They were on a great flat plain which was cut into tless little islands by tless els of water. The islands were covered with crass and bordered with reeds and rushes. Sometimes there were beds of rushes about an acre ient.
Clouds of birds were stantly 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 a 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 dire 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 pla a w et evening. Seen under a m sun, with a fresh wind blowing, and the air filled with the g of birds, there was something fine and fresh and about its loneliness. The childreheir spirits rise.
"Where has the thingummy got to, I wonder?" said Jill.
"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.
"I suppose wed better go and speak to him," said Jill. Scrubb hey both felt a little nervous.
As they drew he figure turs 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 plexion muddy, and you could see at ohat he took a serious view of li<cite>..</cite>fe.
"Good m, Guests," he said. "Though when I say good I dont mean it wont probably turn to rain or it might he snow, , or thunder. You didnt get any sleep, I dare say.
"Yes we did, though," said Jill. "We had a lovely night.”
"Ah," said the Marsh-wiggle, shaking his head. "I see youre making the best of a bad job.
Thats right. Youve been well brought up, you have. Youve learo put a good fa things.”
"Please, we dont know your name," said Scrubb.
"Puddleglums my name. But it doesnt matter if you fet it. I always tell you again.”
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 wheood 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 ihcoloured clothes that hung loose about him.
"Im trying to catch a few eels to make aew for our dinner," said Puddleglum.
"Though I shouldnt wonder if I did any. And you wont like them much if I do.”
"Why not?" asked Scrubb.
"Why, its not in reason that you should like our sort of victuals, though Ive no doubt youll put a bold fa it. All the same, while I am a catg of them, if you two could try to light the fire - no harm trying -! The woods behind the wigwam. It may be wet.
You could light it ihe wigwam, and then wed get all the smoke in our eyes. Or you could light it outside, and then the rain would e and put it out. Heres my tinder-box.
You wont know how to use it, I expect.”
But Scrubb had learhat sort of thing on his last advehe children ran back together to the wigwam, found the wood (which erfectly 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 nie - in the el.
After that she saw to the fire and he had a wash. Both felt a good deal fresher, but very hungry.
Presently the Marsh-wiggle joihem. In spite of his expectation of catg no eels, he had a dozen or so, which he had already skinned and ed. He put a big pot on, mehe 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 blad set Scrubb coughing.
"Now," said Puddleglum. "Those eels will take a mortal long time to cook, aher of you might faint with hunger before theyre done. I knew a little girl - but Id better not tell
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.”
"Yes, do lets," said Jill. " you help us to find Prince Rilian?”
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 exactly help. It stands to reason were not likely to get very far on a jouro the North, not at this time of the year, with the winter ing on soon and all. And an early wioo, by the look of things. But you musthat make you dowed.
Very likely, what with enemies, and mountains, and rivers to cross, and losing our way, ao nothing to eat, and sore feet, well hardly notice the weather. And if we do far enough to do any good, we may get far enough not to get ba a hurry.”
Both children noticed that he said "we", not "you", and both exclaimed at the same moment. "Are you ing with us?”
"Oh yes, Im ing of course. Might as well, you see. I dont suppose we shall ever see the King ba Narnia, now that hes o off for fn 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.”
"And how shall we start?" said Scrubb.
"Well," said the Marsh-wiggle very slowly, "all the others who ever went looking for Prince Rilian started from that same fountaihe Lord Drinian saw the lady. They went north, mostly. And as none of them ever came back, we t exactly say how they got on.”
"Weve got to start by finding a ruined city of giants," said Jill. "Aslan said so.”
"Got to start by finding it, have we?" answered Puddleglum. "Not allowed to start by looking for it, I suppose?”
"Thats what I meant, of course," said Jill. "And then, when weve found it-”
"Yes, when!" said Puddleglum very drily.
"Doesnt anyone know where it is?" asked Scrubb.
"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 dire as most people and I never got to any ruins, so I wont deceive you.”
"Wheres Ettinsmoor?" said Scrubb.
"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. Nes, of course.”
"I suppose we ford it, though," said Scrubb.
"Well, it has been forded," admitted the Marsh-wiggle.
"Perhaps we shall meet people oinsmoor who tell us the way," said Jill.
"Youre right about meeting people," said Puddleglum.
"What sort of people live there?" she asked.
"Its not for me to say they arent all right in their own way," answered Puddleglum. "If you like their way.”
"Yes, but what are they?" pressed Jill. "There are so many queer creatures in this try.
I mean, are they animals, or birds, or dwarfs, or what?”
The Marsh-wiggle gave a long whistle. "Phew!" he said. "Dont you know? I thought the owls had told you. Theyre giants.”
Jill winced. She had never liked giants even in books, and she had o 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.
"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.”
"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 ce. If we do near any of them, and if none of them fet themselves, and if were not seen, its just possible we might get a long way.”
"Look here!" said Scrubb, suddenly losing his temper, as people so easily do when they have been frightened. "I dont believe the whole thing be half as bad as youre making out; any more than the beds in the ere hard or the wood was wet. I dont think Aslan would ever have sent us if there was so little ce as all that.”
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 fa it. But we all o be very careful about our tempers, seeing all the hard times we shall have to go through together.
Wont do to quarrel, you know. At any rate, dont begin it too soon. I know these
expeditions usually end that way: knifing one another, I shouldnt wonder, before alls done. But the longer we keep off it-”
"Well, if you feel its so hopeless," interrupted Scrubb, "I think youd better stay behind.
Pole and I go on alone, t we, Pole?”
"Shut up and dont be an ass, Scrubb," said Jill hastily, terrified lest the Marsh-wiggle should take him at his word.
"Dont you lose heart, Pole," said Puddleglum. "Im ing, sure and certain. Im not going to lose an opportunity like this. It will do me good. They all say - I mean, the gles all say-that Im too flighty; dont take life seriously enough. If theyve said it oheyve said it a thousand times. Puddleglum, theyve said, `youre altogether too full of boband bound high spirits. Youve got to learn that life isnt all fricassee<u>..</u>d 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 Prihat 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.”
When the meal came it was delicious and the children had twe 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 ba saying that it would probably disagree with them horribly. "Whats food fgles 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 w 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.
The rest of the day ent in preparations for an early start tomorrow m.
Puddleglum, being far the biggest, said he would carry three blas, with a large bit of ba rolled up ihem. 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 sedbest bouddleglum had his best ohough he said that what with winds, and damp bs, and bad light, and cold fingers, it was a huo one agaiher of them hitting anything. He and Scrubb both had swords Scrubb had brought the one which had bee out for him in his room at Cair Paravel, but Jill had to be tent with her khere 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.
I thought as much. Thats what usually happens on adventures." This made them both shut up.
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
two; not that I suppose any of us will close aonight," instantly went off into such a loud, tinuous shat, when Jill at last got to sleep, she dreamed all night about road-drills and waterfalls and being in express trains in tunnels.
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