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city.”
“You’re the only one who isn’t to blame,”said Scrubb. “You did try to make us stop.”
“Didn’t try hard enough，though,”said the Marsh-wiggle. “And I’d no call to be trying. I ought to have done it. As if I couldn’t have stopped you two with one hand each ！”
“The truth is,”said Scrubb，“we were so jolly keen on getting to this place that we weren’t bothering about anything else. At least I know I was. Ever since we met that woman with the knight who didn’t talk，we’ve been thinking of nothing else. We’d nearly forgotten about Prince Rilian.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,”said Puddleglum，“if that wasn’t exactly what she intended.”
“What I don’t quite understand,”said Jill，“is how we didn’t see the lettering ？ Or could it have come there since last night. Could he—Aslan—have put it there in the night ？ I had such a queer dream.”And she told them all about it.
“Why，you chump ！”said Scrubb. “We did see it. We got into the lettering. Don’t you see ？ We got
