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came a voice.
“Owls ahoy ！”it said. “What is it ？ Is the King dead ？ Has an enemy landed in Narnia ？ Is it a flood ？ Or dragons ？”
When the light reached them，it turned out to be that of a large lantern. She could see very little of the person who held it. He seemed to be all legs and arms. The owls were talking to him， explaining everything，but she was too tired to listen. She tried to wake herself up a bit when she realized that they were saying goodbye to her. But she could never afterwards remember much except that，sooner or later，she and Scrubb were stooping to enter a low doorway and then（oh，thank heavens）were lying down on something soft and warm，and a voice was saying：
“There you are. Best we can do. You’ll lie cold and hard. Damp too，I shouldn’t wonder. Won’t sleep a wink，most likely；even if there isn’t a thunderstorm or a flood or the wigwam doesn’t fall down on top of us all，as I’ve known them to do. Must make the best of it—”But she was fast asleep befo
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