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ood,”said the Owl. “Oh，what a to-do ！ If only you two had known and spoken to him at once ！ He’d have arranged everything—probably given you an army to go with you in search of the Prince.”
Jill kept quiet at this and hoped Scrubb would be sporting enough not to tell all the owls why this hadn’t happened. He was， or very nearly. That is，he only muttered under his breath，“Well， it wasn’t my fault,”before saying out loud：
“Very well. We’ll have to manage without it. But there’s just one thing more I want to know. If this owls’ parliament，as you call it，is all fair and above board and means no mischief， why does it have to be so jolly secret—meeting in a ruin in dead of night，and all that ？”
“Tu-whoo ！Tu-whoo ！”hooted several owls. “Where should we meet ？ When would anyone meet except at night ？ ”
“You see,”explained Glimfeather，“most of the creatures in Narnia have such unnatural habits. They do things by day，in broad blazing sunlight（ugh ！）when everyone ought
