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CHAPTER EIGHT THE HOUSE OF HARFANG（第2页）

saidthegiantess.“Rain'llwashawayallthenastysnow.Preciouspoppetwillbeabletogooutandplaytomorrow!”

AuckedJillupandsaidgoodnight.

Iknownothingsodisagreeableasbeingkissedbyagiantess.Jillthoughtthesame，buties.

Theraieadilyalltheeveninga，dashingagainstthewindowsofthedJillbutsleptdeeply，pastsuppertimeandpastmidnight.Ahedeadesthourofthenightandnothimithehouseofthegiants.AtthathourtherecametoJilladream.Itseemedtoherthatsheawokeinthesameroomandsawthefire，sunklowandred，andihegreatwoodehehorsecameofitsownwill，rollingonitswheelsacrossthedstoodatherhead.Andnowitwasnolongerahorse，butalionasbigasthehorse.Awasnotatoylion，butareallion，TheRealLion，justasshehadseenhimoaiheworld'send.Andasmellofallsweet-smellingthingstherearefilledtheroom.ButtherewassometroubleinJill'smind，thoughsheotthinkwhatitwas，areameddowthepillow.TheLioorepeatthesigns，ahatshehadfottethat，agreathorrorcameoverher.AndAslantookherupinhisjaws（shecouldfeelhislipsah）aothewindowandmadeherlookout.Themoo;andwritteersacrosstheworldorthesky（shedidnotknoordsUhat，thedreamfadedaoke，verylatem，shedidshehaddreamedatall.

Sheanddressedandhadfiinfrontofthefirewhenthehedoorandsaid:“Here'sprettypoppet'slittlefrieoplaywithher.”

IncameSdtheMarsh-wiggle.

“Hullo!G，”

saidJill.“Isn'tthisfun?I'vesleptaboutfifteenhours，Ibelieve.Idofeelbetter，don'tyou?”

“1do，”

saidScrubb，“butPuddleglumsayshehasaheadache.Hullo!—youri.Ifwegotuponthat，wecouldseeout.”

Aheyalldidso:aglanceJillsaid，“Oh，howperfectlydreadful!”

Thesunwasshiniforafewdrifts，thespletelywashedawaybytheraihem，spreadoutlikeamap，laytheflathill-topwhichtheyhadstruggledoveryesterdayafterhecastle，itistakenfbuttheruinsofagiganticcity.Ithadbeenflat，asJillnowsaw，becauseitwasstill，onthewhole，paved，thoughihepavementwasbroken.Thecriss-ksasleftofthewallsofhugebuildingswhichmightoncehavebeengiants'paladtemples.Oofwall，aboutfivehuhigh，wasstillstanding;itwasthatwhichshehadthoughtwasacliff.Thethingsthathadlookedlikefaneyswereenormouspillars，brokenoffatuheirfragmentslayattheirbaseslikefelledtreesofmonstrousstoheledgeswhichtheyhadclimbeddowhsideofthehill—andalso，nodoubttheeswhichtheyhadclimbedupohside—weretheremainingstepsofgiantstairs.Toall，inlarge，darkletteringacrosstheterofthepavement，ranthewordsUNDERME.

&ravellerslookedateachotherindismay，awhistle，Scrubbsaidwhattheywereallthinking，“Thesedthirdsignsmuffed.”

AndatthatmomentJill'sdreamrushedbaind.

“It'smyfault，”

shesaidindespairingtones.“I—I'dgivehesig.IfI'dbeenthinkingaboutthemIcouldhaveseenitwastheinallthatsnow.”

“I'mworse，”

saidPuddleglum.“Ididsee，orhoughtitlookedunonlylikearuiy.”

“You'retheonlyonewhoisn'ttoblame，”

saidScrubb.“Youdidtrytomakeusstop.”

“Didn'ttryhardenough，though，”

saidtheMarshwiggle.“AndI'dnocallt.Ioughttohavedo.AsifI'thavestoppedyoutwowithonehandeach!”

&his，”

saidScrubb，“weweresojollykeeothisplacethatweweren'tbaboutaleastIknowIwas.Eversiwomawhodidn'ttalk，we'vebeenthinkingofnothingelse.We&#ottenaboutPrin.”

“Ishouldn'twonder，”

saidPuddleglum，“ifthatwaslywhatsheintended.”

“WhatIdon'tquiteuand，”

saidJill，“ishowwedidn'tseethelettering?Orcouldithaveetheresinight.Couldhe—Aslaherei?Ihadsuchaqueerdream.”

Ahemallaboutit.

“Why，youchump!”

saidScrubb.“Wedidseeit.Wegotiering.Don'tyousee?WegotierEiwasyoursunklane.WewalkedaloomstrokeoftheE，duenorth—turhtalo—otherturhat'sthemiddlestroke—aothetopleft-hander，or（ifyoulike）theerheletter，andcameback.Liketheballyidiotsweare.”

Hekickedthewisavagely，aon，“Soit'snogood，Pole.Iknoerethinkihinkingthesame.YouwerethinkinghowwouldhavebeenifAslanhadn'tputtheinstruthestoheruiillafterwe'dpassedit.Awouldhavebeenhisfault，notours.Solikely，isn'tit?justownup.We'venstogoby，andwe'vemuffedthefirstthree.”

“YoumeanIhave，”

saidJill.“It'squitetrue.I'vespeversinehere.Allthesame—I&#htfullysorryandallthat—allthesame，whataretheinstruDERMEdoesn'tseemtomakemuse.”

&does，though，”

saidPuddleglum.“Itmeanswe'vegottolookforthePricity.”

“Buthowwe?”

askedJill.

“That'sthequestion，”