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aid Puddleglum，struggling a little to get his breath. “It’s in Overworld.”
“And what，or where，pray is this...how do you call it...Overworld ？”
“Oh，don’t be so silly,”said Scrubb，who was fighting hard against the enchantment of the sweet smell and the thrumming. “As if you didn’t know ！ It’s up above，up where you can see the sky and the sun and the stars. Why，you’ve been there yourself. We met you there.”
“I cry you mercy，little brother,”laughed the Witch（you couldn’t have heard a lovelier laugh）. “I have no memory of that meeting. But we often meet our friends in strange places when we dream. And unless all dreamed alike，you must not ask them to remember it.”
“Madam,”said the Prince sternly，“I have already told your Grace that I am the King’s son of Narnia.”
“And shalt be，dear friend,”said the Witch in a soothing voice，as if she was humouring a child，“shalt be king of many imagined lands in thy fancies.”
“We’ve been there，too,”snapped Jill. She
