CHAPTER FIVE PUDDLEGLUM（第1页）

CHAPTERFIVEPUDDLEGLUM

JILL。。Eversiheowls'parliamentbeganshehadbeenyawningterriblyandnoedoff。Sheleasedatbeingwakedagain，andatfindingherselflyingonbareboardsinadustybelfrysortofplapletelydark，andalmostpletelyfullofowls。Shewasevenlesspleasedwhetheyhadtosetoffforsomewhereelse—andnot，apparently，forbed—ontheOwl'sback。

“Oh，eon，Pole，buckup，”saidScrubb'svoice。“Afterall，itisaure。”

“I'msickofadventures，”saidJillcrossly。

Shedid，however，bontoGlimfeather'sbadwasthhly（forawhile）bytheuedessoftheairwhehherihemoonhaddisappearedandtherewerenostars。Farbehindhershecouldseeasiedellabovetheground;doubtless，ioaravel。Itmadeherlongtobebathatdelightfulbedroom，sgthefirelightonthewalls。Sheputherhandsunderherdedittightlyrouwasunytoheartwovoithedarkairalittledistanceaway;Sdhistooher。“Hedoesn'tsouhoughtJill。ShedidhathehadbeeuresinthatworldbeforeandthattheNarnianairwasbringingbaastrengthhehadwoheEasterhKing。

Jillhadtopiokeepawake，forshekifshedozedoher'sbackshewouldprobablyfalloff。Whenatlastthetwoowlse，sheclimbedstifflyoffGlimfeatherandfoundherselfonflatground。Adwasblowingandtheyappearedtobeitrees。“Tu-whoo，tu-whoo!”Glimfeatherwasg。“uddleglum。。ItisontheLion'sbusiness。”

Ftimetherely。Then，alongwayoff，adimlightappearedaoehitcameavoice。

“Owlsahoy!”itsaid。“Whatisit?IstheKingdead?HasanenemylandedinNarnia?Isitaflons?”

&helightreachedthem，itturobethatelantern。Shecouldseeverylittleoftheperso。Heseemedtobealllegsandarms。Thetohim，explaihing，butshewastootiredtolisteowakeherselfupabitwhehattheyweresayioher。Butsheeverafterwardremembermuchexceptthat，sooer，sheandScrubbwerestoopieralowdoorwayahankheavens）werelyingdowhingsoftandwarm，andavoice>

“Thereyouare。Bestwedo。You'llliedhard。Damptoo，Ishouldn'twonder。Won'tsleepawink，mostlikely;evenifthereisn'tathuormoraflwamdoesn'tfalldownontopofusall，asI'veknownthemdo。Mustmakethebestofit—”Butshebeforethevoided。

&hewokelatemtheyfoundthattheywerelying，verydryandwarm，oralace。Atriai。

“Whereoharewe?”askedJill。

“Inthewigwamle，”saidEustace。

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“AMarsh-wiggle。Don'taskmewhatitis。I'tseeitlastnight。I'mgetti'sgoandlookforit。”

“Howbeastlyoersleepinginone'sclothes，”saidJill，sittingup。

“Iwasjustthinkinghowwasnottohavetodress，”saidEustace。

“Orwasheither，Isuppose，”saidJillsfully。ButScrubbhadalreadygotup，yawned，shakenhimself，aofthewigwam。Jilldidthesame。

WhattheyfoueuofNarniatheyhadseenonthedaybefore。Theywereoplainwhichwastotlesslittleislandsbytlesselsofwater。Theislandswerecoveredwithcrassahreedsaimestherewerebedsofrushesaboutaent。Cloudsofbirdsweretlyalightinginthemandrisingfromthemagain-duipe，bitterns，herons。Manywigwamslikethatinwhichtheyhadpassedthenightcouldbesee，butallatagooddistanoher;flesarepeoplewholikeprivacy。Exceptfeoftheforestseveralmilestothesouthahem，therewas。Eastwardtheflatmarshstretchedtolowsand-hillsonthehorizon，andyoucouldtellbythesalttanginthefromthatdirethatthesealayoverthere。TotheNorththerewerelowpale-coloredhills，iiohrock。Therestwasallflatmarsh。Itwouldhavebeenadepressingplaawetevening。Seenunderamsun，withafreshwindblowing，andtheairfilledwiththegofbirds，therewassomethingfineandfreshaitslohefelttheirspiritsrise。

&hethingummygotto，Iwonder?”saidJill。

“TheMarsh-wiggle，”saidScrubb，asifheroudofknowingtheword。“Iexpeustbehim。”Aheybothsawhim，sittingwithhisba，fishing，aboutfiftyyardsaway。Hehadbeenhardtoseeatfirstbecausehewashesamecolorasthemarshasostill。

“Isupposewe'dbettergoaohim，”saidJill。Sodded。Theybothfeltalittlenervous。

Astheydrewhefiguretursheadahemalongthihersuightlyshutmouth，asharpnose，andnobeard。Hewasoilikeasteeple，withanenormouslywideflatbrim。Thehair，ifitcouldbecalledhair，whigeearswasgreeny-gray，andeachlockwasflatratherthanround，sothattheywereliketinyreeds。Hisexpressionwassolemn，hisuddy，andyoucouldseeatohetookaseriousviewoflife。

“Guests，”hesaid。“ThoughwhenIsaygoodIdon'tmeanitwon'tprobablyturnththesn，orthunder。Youdidn'tgetanysleep，Idaresay。

“Yeswedid，though，”saidJill。“Wehadalovelynight。”

“Ah，”saidtheMarsh-wiggle，shakinghishead。“Iseeythebestofabadjob。That&#ht。You'vebeenwellbroughtup，youhave。You'velearagoodfags。”

“Please，wedon'tknowyourname，”saidScrubb。

“Puddleglum'smydoesn'tmatterifyetit。Ialwaystellyouagain。”

Thesatdownonea。Theynowsawthathehadverylonglegsandarms，sothatalthoughhisbodywasnotmuchbiggerthanadwarf's，hewouldbetallerthanmostmeoodup。Thefingersofhishandswerewebbedlikeafrog's，andsowerehisbarefeetwhigledinthemuddywater。Hewasdressedihcoloredclothesthathuhim。

“I&#tocatchafeweelstomakeaewforourdinner，”saidPuddleglum。“ThoughIshouldn'twonderifIdidn'tgetany。Andyouwon'tlikethemmuchifIdo。”

“Whynot?”askedScrubb。

“Why，it'syoushouldlikeoursortofvictuals，thoughI'venodoubtyou'llputaboldfait。Allthesame，whileIama，ifyoutwhtthefire—n—!Thewood'sbehindthewigwam。Itmaybewet。Youcouldlightitihewigwam，andthenwe'dgetallthesmokeinoureyes。Oryoucouldlightitoutside，aherainwouldeandputitout。Here'smytinder-box。Youwon'tknowhowtouseit，Iexpect。”

ButScrubbhadlearsortofthingonhislastadveheranbacktogethertothewigwam，foundtheasperfectlydry）andsulightiherlessthantheusualdifficulty。ThenScrubbsatandtookcareofitwhileJillwentandhadsomesortofwash—notaveryheel。Afterthatshesawtothefireandhehadawash。Bothfeltagooddealfresher，butveryhungry。

&heMarsh-wigglejoihem。Inspiteofhisexpeofoeels，hehadadozenorso，whichhehadalreadyskinnedaabigpotohefire，andlithispipe。Marsh-wigglessme，heavysortoftobaepeoplesaytheymixitwithmud）andtheoticedthesmokefromPuddleglum'spipehardlyroseiall。Ittrickledoutoftheboardsahegrou。ItwasverybladsetScrubbg。