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re the voice had ended.
When the children woke late next morning they found that they were lying，very dry and warm，on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular opening let in the daylight.
“Where on earth are we ？”asked Jill.
“In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle,”said Eustace.
“A what ？”
“A Marsh-wiggle. Don’t ask me what it is. I couldn’t see it last night. I’m getting up. Let’s go and look for it.”
“How beastly one feels after sleeping in one’s clothes,”said Jill，sitting up.
“I was just thinking how nice it was not to have to dress,”said Eustace.
“Or wash either，I suppose,”said Jill scornfully. But Scrubb had already got up，yawned，shaken himself，and crawled out of the wigwam. Jill did the same.
What they found outside was quite unlike the bit of Narnia they had seen on the day before. They were on a great flat plain which was cut into countless little islands by countless channels of water. The islands were covered with coa
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