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CHAPTER FOURTEEN THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD（第1页）

CHAPTERFOURTEEOMOFTHEWORLD

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“MYnameisGolg，”

saidthegnome.“AndI'lltellyourHonoursallIknow.Aboutanhoingaboutourwork—herwork，Ishouldsay—sada，sameaswe'vedoherdayforyearsahentherecameagreatdbang.

Assoonastheyheardit，everyoohimself，Ihaven'thadasongoradaoffasquibftime;why'sthat?Ahinkstohimself，Why，Imusthavebeeheohimself，I'mblessedifIknowwhyI&#thisload，andI'mnotgoingtocarryita'sthat.Ahrowoursadbuools.Theurhegreatredglowoveryonder.Andeveryoohimself，What'sthat?andeveryoneanswershimselfandsays，There'sasplitopenandanicewarmglowingupthroughitfromtheReallyDeepLand，athousandfathomunderus.”

&，”

exclaimedEustace，“arethereotherlandsstilllowerdown?”

“Ohyes，yourHonour，”

saidGolg.“Lovelyplaces;whatwecalltheLandofBism.Thistry，theWitch'stry，iswhatwecalltheShallowLands.It'sagooddealtoohesurfacetosuitus.Ugh!Youmightalmostaswellbelivihesurfaceitself.Yousee，we'reallpnomesfromBismwhomtheWitchhascalledupherebymagictoworkforher.Butwe&#ottenallaboutittillthatcrashdthespellbroke.Wedidn'tknoherewebelonged.We'tdoanything，orthinkautintoourheads.Anditwasglumandgloomythihereallthoseyears.I'venearly.fottenhowtomakeajokeordanceajig.Butthemomentthebaheedandtheseabeganrising，itallcamebadofcourseweallsetoffasquickaswecouldtogetdownthedhometoourownpladyouseethemovertherealllettingoffrodstandingontheirheadsforjoy.AndI'llbeveryobligedtoyourHonoursifyou'llsoomegoandjoinin.”

“Ithinkthisissimplysplendid，”

saidJill.“I'msogladwefreedthegnomesaswellasourselveswheofftheWitch'shead!AndI'msogladtheyaren'treallyhloomyahePrincereallyhatheseemedlike.”

“That'sallverywell，Pole，”

saidPuddleglumcautiously.“Butthosegnomesdidn'tlooktomelikechapswhowerejustrunningaway.Itlookedmorelikemilitaryformations，ifyouaskme.Doyoulookmeintheface，Mr.Golg，andtellmeyouweren&#forbattle?”

“Ofcoursewewere，yourHonour，”

saidGolg.“Yousee，wedidn'tkchwasdead.Wethoughtshe'dbewatthecastle.Weweretryingtoslipawaywithoutbeihehreecameoutwithswordsandhorses，ofcourseeveryoohimself，Hereites:notknowingthathisHonourwasn'toch'sside.Aermiofightlikeanythihahehopeofgoingba.”

“I'llbesworn'tisagnome，”

saidthePrigoofit，friendPuddleglum.AsfoodGolg，Ihavebeeedlikeyouandyourfellows，anewlyrememberedmyself.Andionmore.Doyoukhosenewdiggings，bywhieaanarmyagainstOverland?”

“Ee-ee-ee!”

squeakedGolg.“Yes，Iknowthatterribleroad.Ihereitbegins.Butitisnomannerofuseymetogowithyouonit.I'lldierather.”

“Why?”

askedEustaxiously.“What'ssodreadfulaboutit?”

“Tooheoutside，”

saidGolg，shuddering.“ThatwasthewtheWitchdidtous.Weweregoiintotheopen—osideoftheworld.Theysaythere'snoroofatallthere;reatemptihesky.Andthediggingshavegohatafewstrokesofthepickwyououttoit.Iwouldn&#ohem.”

“Hurrah!Nowy!”

criedEustadJillsaid，“Butit'snothorridatallupthere.Welikeit.Welivethere.”

“IknowyouOverlahere，”

saidGolg.“ButIthoughtitwasbecauseyou'tfindyourwaydowninside.You'treallylikeit—gaboutlikefliesoheworld!”

“Whataboutshowionce?”

saidPuddleglum.

“Inagoodhour，”

criedthePrihewholepartysetout.ThePriedhischarger，PuddleglumclimbedupbehindJill，aheway.AsheweingoutthegoodheWitchwasdeadandthatthefourOverladangerous.AndthosewhoheardhimshouteditohatiesthewholeofUnderlandwasringingwithshoutsanddgnomesbyhuhousaurningcart-wheels，standingontheirheads，playingleap-frog，aingoffhugecrackers，camepressingroundCoalblaoriellthestoryofhisowmentaleasttentimes.

Inthiswaytheycametotheedgeofthechasm.Itwasaboutathousalowohuheydismouheirhorsesaheedge，andlookeddownintoit.Astroeupintotheirfaces，mixedwithasmellwhichwasquiteuheyhadeversmelled.Itwasrich，sharp，exdmadeyoushofthechasmwasshtthatatfirstitdazzledtheireyesandtheycouldseenothiheygotusedtoittheythoughttheyakeoutariveroffire，and，onthebanksofthatriver，whatseemedtobefieldsandgrovesofanubrilliaheyweredimparedwiththeriver.Therewereblues，reds，greens，andwhitesalljumbledtogether:averygoodstained-glassiththetropistaringstraightthroughitatmiddaymighthavesomethingthesameeffetheruggedsidesofthechasm，lookingblacklikefliesagainstallthatfierylight，hundredsofEarthmenwereg.

“Yourhonours，”

saidGolg（aurolookathimtheycouldseenothingbutblaiheireyesweresodazzled）.“Yourhonours，whydon'tyouedowntoBism?You'dbehappiertherethaninthatproteakedtryoutontop.Oratleastedownforashortvisit.”

Jilltraheotherswouldlistentosuideaforamoment.ToherhorrorsheheardthePring:

“Truly，friendGolg，Ihavehalfamihyou.ForthisisamarvellousadvemaybenomortalmanhaseverlookedintoBismbeforeorwilleverhavethe.AndIknownothow，astheyearspass，IshallbeartorememberthatitwasonmyporobedtheuttermostpitofEarthandthatIforbore.Butahere?Youdonotswimiself?”

“Ohno，yourHonour.'sonlysalamahefireitself.”