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CHAPTER FOUR A PARLIAMENT OF OWLS（第1页）

CHAPTERFOURAPARLIAMENTOFOWLS

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ITisaveryfunnythingthatthesleepieryouare，theloakeaboutgettingtobed;especiallyifyouareluoughtohaveafireinyourroom.Jillfeltshe'tevenstartundressingudowninfrontofthefireforabitfirst.Andodown，shedidn'twaupagain.Shehadalreadysaidtoherselfaboutfivetimes，“Imustgotobed“，wheartledbyataponthewindow.

&up，pulledthe，andatfirstsawnothingbutdarkhenshejumpedandstartedbackwards，forsomethingverylargehaddasheditselfagainstthewindow，givingasharptapontheglassas.itdidso.Averyuideatoherhead—“Supposetheyhavegiantmothsinthistry!Ugh!”

Butthehingcamebadthistimeshewasalmostsureshesawabeak，andthatthebeakhadmadethattappi'ssomehugebird，”

thoughtJill.“Coulditbeaneagle?”

Shedidn'tverymutavisitevenfromasheopehewindowa.Instantly，withagreatwhirrihecreaturealightedonthewindow-sillandstupthe，sothatJillhadtostepbaakeroomforit.ItwastheOwl.

“Hush，hush!Tu-whoo，tu-whoo，”

saidtheOwl.“Don'tmakeanoise.woreallyiwhatyou'vegottodo?”

“AboutthelostPrinean?”

saidJill.“Yes，we'vegottobe.”

FornowsherememberedtheLion'svoidface，whichshehadnearlyfthefeastingandstinthehall.

“Good!”

saidtheOwl.“Thenthere'se.

Youmustgetawayfromhereatonce.I'llgoaherhuman.ThenI'llebackforyou.You'dbettergethosecourtdputohingyoutravelin.I'llbebathoo!”

Andwithoutwaitingforananswer，hewasgone.

IfJillhadbeeoadventures，shemighthavedoubtedtheOwl'sword，butthisneveroccurredtoher:aingideaofamidnightescapeshefothersleepiness.Shegedbatosweaterandshuide'skhebeltoftheshortswhichmighteinuseful—andaddedafewofthethingsthathadbeeheroirlyhair.Shechoseashortcloakthattoherkneesandhadahood（“justthething，ifitrai），afewhandkerdab.Thedo>

&ingsleepyagaiurned.

“Nowwe'reready，”

itsaid.

“You'dbetterleadtheway，”

saidJill.“Idon'tknowallthesepassagesyet.”

“Tu-whoo!”

saidtheOwl.“We&#hthecastle.Thatwouldneverdo.Youmustrideonme.Weshallfly.”

“Oh!”

saidJill，andstoodwithhermouthopen，notmugtheidea.“Shan'tIbetooheavyforyou?”

“Tu-whoo，tu-whoo!Don'tyoubeafool.I'vealreadycarriedtheotherone.Now.Butwe'llputoutthatlampfirst.”

Assoonasthelampwasout，thebitofthenightwhichyhthewindowlookedlessdark—nolongerblack，butgray.TheOwlstoodontheithhisbaandraisedhiswings.Jillhadtotohisshortfatbodyaherkhetight.Thefeathersfeltbeautifullywarmandsoftbuttherewasnothingtoholdonby.“IwonderhowScrubblikedhisride!”

thoughtJill.Andjustasshewasthinkingthis，luheyhadleftthewindow-sill，andthewingsweremakingaflurryroundherears，aair，ratherp，wasflyinginherface.

Itwasmuchlighterthaed，andthoughtheskyatchofwaterysilvershowedwherethemoonwashidiheclouds.Thefieldsbehherlookedgray，areesblack.Therewasaamountofwind—ahushing，rufflingsortofwindwhitthatrainwasingsoon.

TheOwlwheeledroundsothatthecastlewashem.Veryfesshowedlights.Theyflewrightoverit，northwards，gtheriver:theairgrewdJillthoughtshecouldseethewhiterefleoftheOwlihher.Butsoohenorthbankoftheriver，flyingabovewoodedtry.

TheOedatsomethingwhichJill'tsee.