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em to make much sense.”
“Yes it does，though,”said Puddleglum. “It means we’ve got to look for the Prince under that city.”
“But how can we ？”asked Jill.
“That’s the question,”said Puddleglum，rubbing his big， frog-like hands together. “How can we now ？ No doubt，if we’d had our minds on our job when we were at the Ruinous City， we’d have been shown how—found a little door，or a cave，or a tunnel，met someone to help us. Might have been（you never know）Aslan himself. We’d have got down under those paving-stones somehow or other. Aslan’s instructions always work：there are no exceptions. But how to do it now—that’s another matter.”
“Well，we shall just have to go back，I suppose,”said Jill.
“Easy，isn’t it ？”said Puddleglum. “We might try opening that door to begin with.”And they all looked at the door and saw that none of them could reach the handle，and that almost certainly no one could turn it if they did.
“Do you think they won’t let us out if we ask ？
