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。