glumpoiherybelowit.Itwaslikethis:MARSH-WIGGLE.Someauthoritiesrejectthisanimalaltogetherasunfitfiantsptionbecauseofitsstringysistendmuddyflavour.Theflavour,however,begreatlyreducedif-Jilltouchedhisfeet,andScrubbs,gently.Allthreelookedbackatthegiantess.Hermouthwasslightlyopenandfromherherecameasoundwhichatthatmomentwas

    moreweletothemthananymusic;shesnored.Andnowitwasaquestionoftiptoework,ntogotoofast,hardlydaringtobreathe,outthroughthescullery(giantsculleriessmellhorrid),outatlastintothepalesunlightofawiernoon.

    Theywereatthetophlittlepathwhisteeplydown.And,thankheavens,ontherightsideofthecastle;theCityRuinouswasinsight.Inafewmiheywerebathebroad,steeproadwhichleddownfromthemaihecastle.Theywerealsoinfullviewfromeverysinglewindowonthatside.Ifithadbeewo,orfivewindowstheredbeareasonablecethatnoonemightbelookingout.Buttherewerenearerfiftythaheynowrealized,too,thattheroadonwhichtheywere,andindeedallthegrouweenthemayRuinous,didntofferasmuchcoveraswouldhideafox;itwasallcrassandpebblesandflatstoomakemattersworse,theywerenowihesthatthegiantshadprovidedforthemlastnight:exceptPuddleglum,whomnothingwouldfit.Jillworeavividgreehertoolongforher,ahatascarletmantlefrihwhitefur.Scrubbhadscarletstogs,bluetunidcloak,agold-hiltedsword,aheredbo.

    "sofcolour,youtwoare,"mutteredPuddleglum."Showupveryprettilyonawinterday.Theworstarcherintheworldcouldntmisseitherofyouifyouwereinrange.Andtalkingofarchers,wellbesorrynottohaveourownbowsbeforelong,Ishouldntwonder.Bitthin,too