CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE DISAPPEARANCE OF JILL（第3/3頁）

Jill rejoined Eustace and they shook one another by both hands and took in great deep breaths of the free midnight air. And a warm cloak was brought for Eustace and hot drinks，for both. While they were sipping it，the Dwarfs had already got all the snow and all the sods off a large strip of the hillside round the original hole，and the pickaxes and spades were now going as merrily as the feet of Fauns and Dryads had been going in the dance ten minutes before. Only ten minutes ！ Yet already it felt to Jill and Eustace as if all their dangers in the dark and heat and general smotheriness of the earth must have been only a dream. Out here，in the cold，with the moon and the huge stars overhead（Narnian stars are nearer than stars in our world）and with kind，merry faces all round them， one couldn’t quite believe in Underland.

Before they had finished their hot drinks，a dozen or so Moles，newly waked and still very sleepy，and not well pleased， had arrived. But as soon as they understood what it was all about， they joined in with a will. Even the Fauns made themselves useful by carting away the earth in little barrows，and the Squirrels danced and leaped to and fro in great excitement，though Jill never found out exactly what they thought they were doing. The Bears and Owls contented themselves with giving advice，and kept on asking the children if they wouldn’t like to come into the cave（that was where Jill had seen the firelight）and get warm and have supper. But the children couldn’t bear to go without seeing their friends set free.

No one in our world can work at a job of that sort as Dwarfs and Talking Moles work in Narnia；but then，of course，Moles and Dwarfs don’t look on it as work. They like digging. It was therefore not really long before they had opened a great black chasm in the hillside. And out from the blackness into the moonlight— this would have been rather dreadful if one hadn’t known who they were—came，first，the long，leggy，steeple-hatted figure of the Marsh-wiggle，and then，leading two great horses，Rilian the Prince himself.

As Puddleglum appeared shouts broke out on every side：“Why， it’s a Wiggle—why，it’s old Puddleglum—old Puddleglum from the Eastern Marshes—what ever have you been doing，Puddleglum ？— there’ve been search-parties out for you—the Lord Trumpkin has been putting up notices—there’s a reward offered ！”But all this died away，all in one moment，into dead silence，as quickly as the noise dies away in a rowdy dormitory if the Headmaster opens the door. For now they saw the Prince.

No one doubted for a moment who he was. There were plenty of Beasts and Dryads and Dwarfs and Fauns who remembered him from the days before his enchanting. There were some old ones who could just remember how his father，King Caspian， had looked when he was a young man，and saw the likeness. But I think they would have known him anyway. Pale though he was from long imprisonment in the Deep Lands，dressed in black， dusty，dishevelled，and weary，there was something in his face and air which no one could mistake. That look is in the face of all true kings of Narnia，who rule by the will of Aslan and sit at Cair Paravel on the throne of Peter the High King. Instantly every head was bared and every knee was bent；a moment later such cheering and shouting，such jumps and reels of joy，such hand-shakings and kissings and embracings of everybody by everybody else broke out that the tears came into Jill’s eyes. Their quest had been worth all the pains it cost.

“Please it your Highness,”said the oldest of the Dwarfs，“there is some attempt at a supper in the cave yonder，prepared against the ending of the snow-dance—”

“With a good will，Father,”said the Prince. “For never had any Prince，Knight，Gentleman，or Bear so good a stomach to his victuals as we four wanderers have tonight.”

The whole crowd began to move away through the trees towards the cave. Jill heard Puddleglum saying to those who pressed round him. No，no，my story can wait. Nothing worth talking about has happened to me. I want to hear the news. Don’t try breaking it to me gently，for I’d rather have it all at once. Has the King been shipwrecked ？ Any forest fires ？ No wars on the Calormen border ？ Or a few dragons，I shouldn’t wonder ？

“And all the creatures laughed aloud and said,”Isn’t that just like a Marsh-wiggle ？

The two children were nearly dropping with tiredness and hunger，but the warmth of the cave，and the very sight of it， with the firelight dancing on the walls and dressers and cups and saucers and plates and on the smooth stone floor，just as it does in a farmhouse kitchen，revived them a little. All the same they went fast asleep while supper was being got ready. And while they slept Prince Rilian was talking over the whole adventure with the older and wiser Beasts and Dwarfs. And now they all saw what it meant；how a wicked Witch（doubtless the same kind as that White Witch who had brought the Great Winter on Narnia long ago）had contrived the whole thing，first killing Rilian’s mother and enchanting Rilian himself. And they saw how she had dug right under Narnia and was going to break out and rule it through Rilian：and how he had never dreamed that the country of which she would make him king（king in name，but really her slave） was his own country. And from the children’s part of the story they saw how she was in league and friendship with the dangerous giants of Harfang. “And the lesson of it all is，your Highness,”said the oldest Dwarf，“that those Northern Witches always mean the same thing，but in every age they have a different plan for getting it.”