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THEpatchoflightdidnotshowupanythingdowninthedarknesswheretheywerestanding.Theotherscouldonlyhear,notsee,Jill’seffortstogetontotheMarsh-wiggle’sback.Thatis,theyheardhimsaying,“Youneedn’tputyourfingerinmyeye,”and,“Noryourfootinmymoutheither,”and,“That’smorelikeit,”and,“Now,I’llholdontoyourlegs.That’llleaveyourarmsfreetosteadyyourselfagainsttheearth.”
ThentheylookedupandsoontheysawtheblackshapeofJill’sheadagainstthepatchoflight.
“Well?”theyallshoutedupanxiously.
“It’sahole,”calledJill’svoice.“IcouldgetthroughitifIwasalittlebithigher.”
“Whatdoyouseethroughit?”askedEustace.
“Nothingmuchyet,”saidJill.“Isay,Puddleglum,letgomylegssothatIcanstandonyourshouldersinsteadofsittingontheIcansteadymyselfallrightagainsttheedge.”
Theycouldhearhermovingandthenmuchmoreofhercameintosightagainstthegreynessoftheopening;infact,allofherdowntothewaist.
“Isay—”beganJill,butsuddenlybrokeoffwithacry:notasharpcry.Itsoundedmoreasifhermouthhadbeenmuffleduporhadsomethingpushedintoit.Afterthatshefoundhervoiceandseemedtobeshoutingoutasloudasshecould,buttheycouldn’thearthewords.Twothingsthenhappenedatthesamemoment.Thepatchoflightwascompletelyblockedupforasecondorso;andtheyheardbothascuffling,strugglingsoundandthevoiceoftheMarsh-wigglegasping:“Quick!Help!Holdontoherlegs.Someone’spullingher.There!No,here.Toolate!”
Theopening,andthecoldlightwhichfilledit,werenowperfectlyclearagain.Jillhadvanished.
“Jill!Jill!”theyshoutedfrantically,buttherewasnoanswer.
“Whythedickenscouldn’tyouhaveheldherfeet?”saidEustace.
“Idon’tknow,Scrubb,”groanedPuddleglu“Borntobeamisfit,Ishouldn’twonder.Fated.FatedtobePole’sdeath,justasIwasfatedtoeatTalkingStagatHarfang.Notthatitisn’tmyownfaultaswell,ofcourse.”
“Thisisthegreatestshameandsorrowthatcouldhavefallenonus,”saidthePrince.“Wehavesentabraveladyintothehandsofenemiesandstayedbehindinsafety.”
“Don’tpaintittooblack,Sir,”saidPuddleglu“We’renotverysafeexceptfordeathbystarvationinthishole.”
“IwonderamIsmallenoughtogetthroughwhereJilldid?”saidEustace.
WhathadreallyhappenedtoJillwasthis.Assoonasshegotherheadoutoftheholeshefoundthatshewaslookingdownasiffromanupstairswindow,notupasifthroughatrap-door.Shehadbeensolonginthedarkthathereyescouldn’tatfirsttakeinwhattheywereseeing:exceptthatshewasnotlookingatthedaylit,sunnyworldwhichshesowantedtosee.Theairseemedtobedeadlycold,andthelightwaspaleandblue.Therewasalsoagooddealofnoisegoingonandalotofwhiteobjectsflyingaboutintheair.ItwasatthatmomentthatshehadshouteddowntoPuddleglumtoletherstanduponhisshoulders.
Whenshehaddonethis,shecouldseeandhearagooddealbetter.Thenoisesshehadbeenhearingturnedouttobeoftwokinds:therhythmicalthumpofseveralfeet,andthemusicoffourfiddles,threeflutes,andadruShealsogotherownpositionclear.Shewaslookingoutofaholeinasteepbankwhichslopeddownandreachedthelevelaboutfourteenfeetbelowher.Everythingwasverywhite.Alotofpeopleweremovingabout.Thenshegasped!ThepeopleweretrimlittleFauns,andDryadswithleaf-crownedhairfloatingbehindtheForasecondtheylookedasiftheyweremovinganyhow;thenshesawthattheywerereallydoingadance—adancewithsomanycomplicatedstepsandfiguresthatittookyousometimetounderstandit.Thenitcameoverherlikeathunderclapthatthepale,bluelightwasreallymoonlight,andthewhitestuffonthegroundwasreallysnow.Andofcourse!Therewerethestarsstaringinablackfrostyskyoverhead.Andthetallblackthingsbehindthedancersweretrees.Theyhadnotonlygotoutintotheupperworldatlast,buthadcomeoutintheheartofNarnia.Jillfeltshecouldhavefaintedwithdelight;andthemusic-thewildmusic,intenselysweetandyetjusttheleastbiteerietoo,andfullofgoodmagicastheWitch’sthrumminghadbeenfullofbadmagic—madeherfeelitallthemore.
Allthistakesalongtimetotell,butofcourseittookaveryshorttimetosee.Jillturnedalmostatoncetoshoutdowntotheothers,“Isay!It’sallright.We’reout,andwe’rehome.”Butthereasonshenevergotfurtherthan“Isay”wasthis.CirclingroundandroundthedancerswasaringofDwarfs,alldressedintheirfinestclothes;mostlyscarletwithfur-linedhoodsandgoldentasselsandbigfurrytop-boots.Astheycircledroundtheywerealldiligentlythrowingsnowballs.(ThosewerethewhitethingsthatJillhadseenflyingthroughtheair.)Theyweren’tthrowingthematthedancersassillyboysmighthavebeendoinginEngland.Theywerethrowingthemthroughthedanceinsuchperfecttimewiththemusicandwithsuchperfectaimthatifallthedancerswereinexactlytherightplacesatexactlytherightmoments,noonewouldbehit.ThisiscalledtheGreatSnowDanceanditisdoneeveryyearinNarniaonthefirstmoonlitnightwhenthereissnowontheground.Ofcourseitisakindofgameaswellasadance,becauseeverynowandthensomedancerwillbetheleastlittlebitwrongandgetasnowballintheface,andtheneveryonelaughs.Butagoodteamofdancers,Dwarfs,andmusicianswillkeepitupforhourswithoutasinglehit.Onfinenightswhenthecoldandthedrum-taps,andthehootingoftheowls,andthemoonlight,havegotintotheirwild,woodlandbloodandmadeitevenwilder,theywilldancetilldaybreak.Iwishyoucouldseeitforyourselves.
WhathadstoppedJillwhenshegotasfarasthesayof“Isay”wasofcoursesimplyafinebigsnowballthatcamesailingthroughthedancefromaDwarfonthefarsideandgotherfairandsquareinthemouth.Shedidn’tintheleastmind;twentysnowballswouldnothavedampedherspiritsatthatmoment.Buthoweverhappyyouarefeeling,youcan’ttalkwithyourmouthfullofsnow.Andwhen,afterconsiderablespluttering,shecouldspeakagain,shequiteforgotinherexcitementthattheothers,downinthedark,behindher,stilldidn’tknowthegoodnews.Shesimplyleanedasfaroutoftheholeasshecould,andyelledtothedancers.
“Help!Help!We’reburiedinthehill.Comeanddigusout.”
TheNarnians,whohadnotevennoticedthelittleholeinthehillside,wereofcourseverysurprised,andlookedaboutinseveralwrongdirectionsbeforetheyfoundoutwherethevoicewascomingfroButwhentheycaughtsightofJilltheyallcamerunningtowardsher,andasmanyascouldscrambledupthebank,andadozenormorehandswerestretcheduptohelpher.AndJillcaughtholdofthemandthusgotoutoftheholeandcameslitheringdownthebankheadfirst,andthenpickedherselfupandsaid:“Oh,dogoanddigtheothersout.Therearethreeothers,besidesthehorses.AndoneofthemisPrinceRilian.”
Shewasalreadyinthemiddleofacrowdwhenshesaidthis,forbesidesthedancersallsortsofpeoplewhohadbeenwatchingthedance,andwhomshehadnotseenatfirst,camerunningup.Squirrelscameoutofthetreesinshowers,andsodidOwls.HedgehogscamewaddlingasfastastheirshortlegswouldcarrytheBearsandBadgersfollowedataslowerpace.AgreatPanther,twitchingitstailinexcitement,wasthelasttojointheparty.
ButassoonastheyunderstoodwhatJillwassaying,theyallbecameactive.“Pickandshovel,boys,pickandshovel.Offforourtools!”saidtheDwarfs,anddashedawayintothewoodsattopspeed.“WakeupsomeMoles,they’rethechapsfordigging.They’requiteasgoodasDwarfs,”saidavoice.“WhatwasthatshesaidaboutPrinceRilian?”saidanother.“Hush!”saidthePanther.“Thepoorchild’scrazed,andnowonderafterbeinglostinsidethehill.Shedoesn’tknowwhatshe’ssaying.”“That’sright,”saidanoldBear.“Why,shesaidPrinceRilianwasahorse!”—“No,shedidn’t,”saidaSquirrel,verypert.“Yes,shedid,”saidanotherSquirrel,evenperter.
“It’squitet-t-t-true.D-d-don’tbesosilly,”saidJill.Shespokelikethatbecauseherteethwerenowchatteringwiththecold.
ImmediatelyoneoftheDryadsflungroundherafurrycloakwhichsomeDwarfhaddroppedwhenherushedtofetchhisminingtools,andanobligingFauntrottedoffamongthetreestoaplacewhereJillcouldseefirelightinthemouthofacave,togetherahotdrink.Butbeforeitcame,alltheDwarfsreappearedwithspadesandpick-axesandchargedatthehillside.ThenJillheardcriesof“Hi!Whatareyoudoing?Putthatsworddown,”and“Now,young’un:noneofthat,”and,“He’saviciousone,now,isn’the?”Jillhurriedtothespotanddidn’tknowwhethertolaughorcrywhenshesawEustace’sface,verypaleanddirty,projectingfromtheblacknessofthehole,andEustace’srighthandbrandishingaswordwithwhichhemadelungesatanyonewhocamenearhi
ForofcourseEustacehadbeenhavingaverydifferenttimefromJillduringthelastfewminutes.HehadheardJillcryoutandseenherdisappearintotheunknown.LikethePrinceandPuddleglum,hethoughtthatsomeenemieshadcaughther.Andfromdownbelowhedidn’tseethatthepale,blueishlightwasmoonlight.Hethoughttheholewouldleadonlyintosomeothercave,litbysomeghostlyphosphorescenceandfilledwithgoodness-knows-whatevilcreaturesoftheUnderworld.SothatwhenhehadpersuadedPuddleglumtogivehimaback,anddrawnhissword,andpokedouthishead,hehadreallybeendoingaverybravething.Theotherswouldhavedoneitfirstiftheycould,buttheholewastoosmallforthemtoclimbthrough.Eustacewasalittlebigger,andalotclumsier,thanJill,sothatwhenhelookedouthebumpedhisheadagainstthetopoftheholeandbroughtasmallavalancheofsnowdownonhisface.Andso,whenhecouldseeagain,andsawdozensoffigurescomingathimashardastheycouldrun,itisnotsurprisingthathetriedtowardthemoff.
“Stop,Eustace,stop,”criedJill.“They’reallfriends.Can’tyousee?We’vecomeupinNarnia.Everything’sallright.”
ThenEustacedidsee,andapologizedtotheDwarfs(andtheDwarfssaidnottomentionit),anddozensofthick,hairy,dwarfishhandshelpedhimoutjustastheyhadhelpedJilloutafewminutesbefore.ThenJillscrambledupthebankandputherheadinatthedarkopeningandshoutedthegoodnewsintotheprisoners.AssheturnedawaysheheardPuddleglummutter.“Ah,poorPole.It’sbeentoomuchforher,thislastbit.Turnedherhead,Ishouldn’twonder.She’sbeginningtoseethings.”
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