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ATaboutnineo’clocknextmorningthreelonelyfiguresmighthavebeenseenpickingtheirwayacrosstheShribblebytheshoalsandstepping-stones.Itwasashallow,noisystream,andevenJillwasnotwetaboveherkneeswhentheyreachedthenorthernbank.Aboutfiftyyardsahead,thelandroseuptothebeginningofthemoor,everywheresteeply,andoftenincliffs.
“Isupposethat’sourway!”saidScrubb,pointingleftandwesttowhereastreamfloweddownfromthemoorthroughashallowgorge.ButtheMarsh-wiggleshookhishead.
“Thegiantsmainlylivealongthesideofthatgorge,”hesaid.“YoumightsaythegorgewaslikeastreettotheWe’lldobetterstraightahead,eventhoughit’sabitsteep.”
Theyfoundaplacewheretheycouldscrambleup,andinabouttenminutesstoodpantingatthetop.Theycastalonginglookbackatthevalley-landofNarniaandthenturnedtheirfacestotheNorth.Thevast,lonelymoorstretchedonandupasfarastheycouldsee.Ontheirleftwasrockierground.Jillthoughtthatmustbetheedgeofthegiants’gorgeanddidnotmuchcareaboutlookinginthatdirection.Theysetout.
Itwasgood,springygroundforwalking,andadayofpalewintersunlight.Astheygotdeeperintothemoor,thelonelinessincreased:onecouldhearpeewitsandseeanoccasionalhawk.Whentheyhaltedinthemiddleofthemorningforarestandadrinkinalittlehollowbyastream,Jillwasbeginningtofeelthatshemightenjoyadventuresafterall,andsaidso.
“Wehaven’thadanyyet,”saidtheMarsh-wiggle.
Walksafterthefirsthalt—likeschoolmorningsafterbreakorrailwayjourneysafterchangingtrains—nevergoonastheywerebefore.Whentheysetoutagain,Jillnoticedthattherockyedgeofthegorgehaddrawnnearer.Andtherockswerelessflat,moreupright,thantheyhadbeen.Infacttheywerelikelittletowersofrock.Andwhatfunnyshapestheywere!
“Idobelieve,”thoughtJill,“thatallthestoriesaboutgiantsmighthavecomefromthosefunnyrocks.Ifyouwerecomingalongherewhenitwashalfdark,youcouldeasilythinkthosepilesofrockweregiants.Lookatthatone,now!Youcouldalmostimaginethatthelumpontopwasahead.Itwouldberathertoobigforthebody,butitwoulddowellenoughforanuglygiant.Andallthatbushystuff—Isupposeit’sheatherandbirds’nests,really—woulddoquitewellforhairandbeard.Andthethingsstickingoutoneachsidearequitelikeears.They’dbehorriblybig,butthenIdaresaygiantswouldhavebigears,likeelephants.
And—o-o-o-h!—”
Herbloodfroze.Thethingmoved.Itwasarealgiant.Therewasnomistakingit;shehadseenitturnitshead.Shehadcaughtaglimpseofthegreat,stupid,puffcheekedface.Allthethingsweregiants,notrocks.Therewerefortyorfiftyofthem,allinarow;obviouslystandingwiththeirfeetonthebottomofthegorgeandtheirelbowsrestingontheedgeofthegorge,justasmenmightstandleaningonawall-lazymen,onafinemorningafterbreakfast.
“Keepstraighton,”whisperedPuddleglum,whohadnoticedthemtoo.“Don’tlookattheAndwhateveryoudo,don’trun.They’dbeafterusinamoment.”
Sotheykepton,pretendingnottohaveseenthegiants.Itwaslikewalkingpastthegateofahousewherethereisafiercedog,onlyfarworse.Thereweredozensanddozensofthesegiants.Theydidn’tlookangry—orkind—orinterestedatall.Therewasnosignthattheyhadseenthetravellers.
Then—whizz-whizz-whizz—someheavyobjectcamehurtlingthroughtheair,andwithacrashabigboulderfellabouttwentypacesaheadoftheAndthen—thud!—anotherfelltwentyfeetbehind.
“Aretheyaimingatus?”askedScrubb.
“No,”saidPuddleglu“We’dbeagooddealsaferiftheywere.They’retryingtohitthat—thatcairnovertheretotheright.Theywon’thitit,youknow.It’ssafeenough;they’resuchverybadshots.Theyplaycock-shiesmostfinemornings.Abouttheonlygamethey’recleverenoughtounderstand.”
Itwasahorribletime.Thereseemednoendtothelineofgiants,andtheyneverceasedhurlingstones,someofwhichfellextremelyclose.Quiteapartfromtherealdanger,theverysightandsoundoftheirfacesandvoiceswereenoughtoscareanyone.Jilltriednottolookatthe
Afterabouttwenty-fiveminutesthegiantsapparentlyhadaquarrel.Thisputanendtothecock-shies,butitisnotpleasanttobewithinamileofquarrellinggiants.Theystormedandjeeredatoneanotherinlong,meaninglesswordsofabouttwentysyllableseach.Theyfoamedandgibberedandjumpedintheirrage,andeachjumpshooktheearthlikeabomb.Theylammedeachotherontheheadwithgreat,clumsystonehammers;buttheirskullsweresohardthatthehammersbouncedoffagain,andthenthemonsterwhohadgiventheblowwoulddrophishammerandhowlwithpainbecauseithadstunghisfingers.Buthewassostupidthathewoulddoexactlythesamethingaminutelater.Thiswasagoodthinginthelongrun,forbytheendofanhourallthegiantsweresohurtthattheysatdownandbegantocry.Whentheysatdown,theirheadswerebelowtheedgeofthegorge,sothatyousawthemnomore;butJillcouldhearthemhowlingandblubberingandboo-booinglikegreatbabiesevenaftertheplacewasamilebehind.
Thatnighttheybivouackedonthebaremoor,andPuddleglumshowedthechildrenhowtomakethebestoftheirblanketsbysleepingbacktoback(Thebackskeepeachotherwarmandyoucanthenhavebothblanketsontop).Butitwaschillyevenso,andthegroundwashardandlumpy.TheMarsh-wiggletoldthemtheywouldfeelmorecomfortableifonlytheythoughthowverymuchcolderitwouldbelateronandfarthernorth;butthisdidn’tcheerthemupatall.
TheytravelledacrossEttinsmoorformanydays,savingthebaconandlivingchieflyonthemoor-fowl(theywerenot,ofcourse,talkingbirds)whichEustaceandthewiggleshot.JillratherenviedEustaceforbeingabletoshoot;hehadlearneditonhisvoyagewithKingCaspian.Astherewerecountlessstreamsonthemoor,theywerenevershortofwater.Jillthoughtthatwhen,inbooks,peopleliveonwhattheyshoot,itnevertellsyouwhatalong,smelly,messyjobitispluckingandcleaningdeadbirds,andhowcolditmakesyourfingers.Butthegreatthingwasthattheymethardlyanygiants.Onegiantsawthem,butheonlyroaredwithlaughterandstumpedawayabouthisownbusiness.
Aboutthetenthday,theyreachedaplacewherethecountrychanged.Theycametothenorthernedgeofthemoorandlookeddownalong,steepslopeintoadifferent,andgrimmer,land.Atthebottomoftheslopewerecliffs:beyondthese,acountryofhighmountains,darkprecipices,stonyvalleys,ravinessodeepandnarrowthatonecouldnotseefarintothem,andriversthatpouredoutofechoinggorgestoplungesullenlyintoblackdepths.Needlesstosay,itwasPuddleglumwhopointedoutasprinklingofsnowonthemoredistantslopes.
“Butthere’llbemoreonthenorthsideofthem,Ishouldn’twonder,”headded.
Ittookthemsometimetoreachthefootoftheslopeand,whentheydid,theylookeddownfromthetopofthecliffsatariverrunningbelowthemfromwesttoeast.Itwaswalledinbyprecipicesonthefarsideaswellasontheirown,anditwasgreenandsunless,fullofrapidsandwaterfalls.Theroarofitshooktheearthevenwheretheystood.
“Thebrightsideofitis,”saidPuddleglum,“thatifwebreakournecksgettingdownthecliff,thenwe’resafefrombeingdrownedintheriver.”
“Whataboutthat?”saidScrubbsuddenly,pointingupstreamtotheirleft.Thentheyalllookedandsawthelastthingtheywereexpecting—abridge.Andwhatabridge,too!Itwasahuge,singlearchthatspannedthegorgefromcliff-toptocliff-top;andthecrownofthatarchwasashighabovethecliff-topsasthedomeofSt.Paul’sisabovethestreet.
“Why,itmustbeagiants’bridge!”saidJill.
“Orasorcerer’s,morelikely,”saidPuddleglu“We’vegottolookoutforenchantmentsinaplacelikethis.Ithinkit’satrap.Ithinkit’llturnintomistandmeltawayjustwhenwe’reoutonthemiddleofit.”
“Oh,forgoodness’sake,don’tbesuchawetblanket,”saidScrubb.“Whyonearthshouldn’titbeaproperbridge?”
“Doyouthinkanyofthegiantswe’veseenwouldhavesensetobuildathinglikethat?”saidPuddleglu
“Butmightn’tithavebeenbuiltbyothergiants?”saidJill.“Imean,bygiantswholivedhundredsofyearsago,andwerefarclevererthanthemodernkind.Itmighthavebeenbuiltbythesameoneswhobuiltthegiantcitywe’relookingfor.Andthatwouldmeanwewereontherighttrack—theoldbridgeleadingtotheoldcity!”
“That’sarealbrain-wave,Pole,”saidScrubb.“Itmustbethat.Comeon.”
Sotheyturnedandwenttothebridge.Andwhentheyreachedit,itcertainlyseemedsolidenough.ThesinglestoneswereasbigasthoseatStonehengeandmusthavebeensquaredbygoodmasonsonce,thoughnowtheywerecrackedandcrumbled.Thebalustradehadapparentlybeencoveredwithrichcarvings,ofwhichsometracesremained;moulderingfacesandformsofgiants,minotaurs,squids,centipedes,anddreadfulgods.Puddleglumstilldidn’ttrustit,butheconsentedtocrossitwiththechildren.
Theclimbuptothecrownofthearchwaslongandheavy.Inmanyplacesthegreatstoneshaddroppedout,leavinghorriblegapsthroughwhichyoulookeddownontheriverfoamingthousandsoffeetbelow.Theysawaneagleflythroughundertheirfeet.Andthehighertheywent,thecolderitgrew,andthewindblewsothattheycouldhardlykeeptheirfooting.Itseemedtoshakethebridge.
Whentheyreachedthetopandcouldlookdownthefartherslopeofthebridge,theysawwhatlookedliketheremainsofanancientgiantroadstretchingawaybeforethemintotheheartofthemountains.Manystonesofitspavementweremissingandtherewerewidepatchesofgrassbetweenthosethatremained.Andridingtowardsthemonthatancientroadweretwopeopleofnormalgrown-uphumansize.
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