&mustbeso，”saidthePrihadeepsigh。“ButIhavelefthalfofmyheartinthelandofBism。”
“Please!”beggedJill。
&heroad?”askedPuddleglum。
“Therearelampsalltheway，”saidGolg。“YourHonourseethebeginningoftheroadonthefarsideofthechasm。”
“Howlongwillthelampsburnfor?”askedPuddleglum。
Atthatmomentahissing，sgvoicelikethevoiceofFireitself（theywoerwardifitcouldhavebeenasalamander's）camewhistlingupoutoftheverydepthsofBism。
“Quick!Quick!Quick!Tothecliffs，tothecliffs，tothecliffs!”itsaid。“Theriftcloses。Itcloses。Itcloses。Quick!Quidatthesametime，withear-shatteringdcreaks，therocksmoved。Already，whiletheylooked，thechasmwasnarrower。Fromeverysidebelatedgnintoit。Theywouldnotwaittotherocks。Theyflungthemselvesheadloherbecausesablastofhotairfromthebottom，orforsomeotherreason，theycouldbeseenfloatingdownwardslikeleaves。Thidthickertheyfloated，tilltheirblaessalmostblottedoutthefieryriverandthegrovesoflivegems。“Good-byetoyourHonours。I'moff，”shoutedGolg，anddived。Onlyafewwerelefttofollowhim。Thechasmwasnowhanastream。Noastheslitinapillarbox。Nowitwasonlyathread。Then，withashocklikeathousandgoodstrainsgintoathousandpairsofbuffers，thelipsofrockclosed。Thehot，maddeningsmellvaravellerswerealoneinanUnderlookedfarblabefore。Pale，dim，ahelampsmarkedthedireoftheroad。
“Nouddleglum，“it'stentoonewe'vealreadystayedtoolong，butwemayaswellmakeatry。Thoselampswillgiveouties，Ishouldn'twonder。”
&hehorsestoadthuheduskyroadiyle。Butalmostatobegangoingdownhill。TheywouldhavethoughtGolghadsehewrongwayiftheyhadheothersideofthevalley，thelampsgoingonandupwardsasfarastheeyecouldreach。Butatthebottomofthevalleythelampsshoneonmoving>
“Haste，”criedthePriheygallopeddowntheslope。Itwouldhavebeethebottomeveeslaterforthetidewasrunningupthevalleylikeamill-radifithading，thehorsescouldhardlyhavewowasstillonlyafootortwodeep，andthoughitswishedterriblyroundthehorses'legs，theyreachedthefarsideiy。
&heslow，hillwithnothiolookatbutthepalelampswhitupandupasfarastheeyecouldreatheylookedbacktheycouldseethereading。AllthehillsofUnderlandwerenowislands，anditwasonlyonthoseislandsthatthelampsremaisomedistantlightvaherewouldbetotaldarknesseverywhereextheroadtheywerefollowihelowerpartofitbehihoughnolampshadyetgohelamplightshoer。
Althoughtheyhadgoodreas，thehorsesotgooarest。Theyhalted:aheycouldhearthelappingof>
“Iwo'shisime—floodedoutnow，”saidJill。“Andallthanimals。”
“Idon'tthinkwe&#hasthat，”saidEusta'tyourememberhowwehadtogodownhilltorealesssea?Ishouldn'tthierhasreachedFatherTime'scaveyet。”
“That'sasmaybe，”saidPuddleglum。“I'mmoreihelampsonthisroad。Lookabitsi'tthey?”
“Theyalwaysdid，”saidJill。
“Aye，”saidPuddleglum。“Butthey&#reenernow。”
“Youdon'tmeantosayyouthinkthey&#out?”criedEustace。
“Well，howevertheywork，you'texpectthemtolastforever，youkheMarsh-wiggle。“Butdon'tletyourspiritsdown，Scrubb。I'vegotmyeyeooo，andIdon'tthinkit&#sofastasitdid。”
“Smallfort，friend，”saidthePrince。“Ifwedourwayout。Iercy，all。IamtoblameformyprideandfantasywhichdelayedusbythemouthofthelandofBism。usrideon。”
DuringthehourorsothatfollowedJillsometimesthoughtthatPuddleglumwasrightaboutthelamps，ahoughtitwasihelandwasg。TheroofofUnderlandwassoevenbythatdulllighttheyowseeitquitedistindthegreat，ruggedwallsofUnderlandcouldbeseendrawingeachside。Theroad，infact，wasleadioasteeptuopasspidshovelsandbarrowsahatthediggershadretlybeenatwork。Ifonlyonecouldbesureofgettingout，allthiswasveryg。Butthethoughtofgoingoniwouldgetnarrowerandnarrower，aurnba，wasveryu。
AtlasttheroofwassolouddleglumandthePriheirheadsagainstit。Thepartydismountedahehorses。Theroadwasunevenhereaopie'sstepswithsomecare。ThatwashowJillhegrowiherewasnodoubtaboutitnow。Thefacesoftheothersleandghastlyihenallatonce（she'thelpit）Jillgavealittleselight，theooutaltogether。Theohemdidthesame。Thentheywereinabsolutedarkness。
“Ce，friends，”'svoice。“WhetherweliveordieAslanwillbeoodlord。”
“That&#ht，Sir，”saidPuddleglum'svoidyoumustalwaysrememberthere'sohingaboutbeingtrappeddow'llsavefuneralexpenses。”
Jillheldhertongue。（Ifyoudon'twantotherpeopletoknhtenedyouare，thisisalwaysawisethingtodo;it'syourvoicethatgivesyoua>
&aswellgoonasstandhere，”saidEustadwherembleinhisvoice，Jillkneiseshe'dbeennottotrustherown。
Puddleglumafirstwiththeirarmsstretchedoutinfrontofthem，forfearintoanything;JillandthePrincefollowed，leadingthehorses。
“Isay，”cameEustace'svoicemuchlater，“aremyeyesgoihereapatchoflightupthere?”
Beforeanyoneswerhim，Puddleglumcalledout:“Stop。I'mupagainstadeadend。Andit'searth，notrock。Whatwereyousaying，Scrubb?”
“BytheLion，”saidthePriaceisright。Thereisasortof—”
“Butit'snotdaylight，”saidJill。“It'sonlyacoldbluesht。”
&hannothing，though，”saidEustawegetuptoit?”
“It'snhtoverhead，”saidPuddleglum。“It'saboveus，butit'sinthiswallthatI'veruninto。Howwoulditbe，Pole，ifyougotonmyshouldersaheryoucouldgetuptoit?”