&herwasaladyonawhitehorse，ahorsesolovelythatyouwaokissitsnoseaalumpofsugaratohelady，whorodeside-saddleandw，flutteringdressofdazzlinggreen，waslovelierstill。
“Goodday，t-r-r-avellers，”shecriedoutiasthesweetestbird'ssherR'sdelightfully。“Somepilgrimstowalkthisrough>
“That'sasmaybe，Ma'am，”saidPuddleglumverystifflyandonhisguard。
“We&#fortheruiyofthegiants，”saidJill。
“Ther-r-ruiy?”saidtheLady。“Thatisastraobeseeking。Whatwillyoudoifyoufindit?”
“We'vegotto—”beganJill，butPuddleglumied。
“Beggingyourpardon，Ma'am。Butwedon'tknowyouoryourfrie'the?—andyoudon'tknowus。Andwe'dassoonnottalktersaboutourbusiness，ifyoudon'tmind。Shallwehavealittlerainsoon，doyouthink?”
TheLadylaughed:theriusicallaughyoue。“Well，，”shesaid，“youhaveawise，solemnoldguidewithyou。IthiheworsehisowI'llbefreewithmiehehegiantishous，butanywhowouldtellmethewaythither。Thisroadleadsthandcastle，wheredwelltheges。Theyareasmild，civil，prudent，ahoseofEttinsmoorarefoolish，fierce，savage，aoallbeastliness。AndinHarfangyoumayormayidiyRuinous，butlyyoushallfindgoodlodgis。Youitheleast，totarrydaysforyoureaseahereyoushallhavesteamingbaths，softbeds，andbrighthearths;aandthebakedahestroablefourtimesinaday。”
“Isay!”exclaimedScrubb。“That'ssomethihinkofsleepinginabedagain。”
“Yes，andhavingahotbath，”saidJill。“Doyouthinkthey'llaskustostay?Wedon'tknowthem，yousee。”
“Ohem，”aheLady，“thatSheoftheGreeesthembyyou，awofairSoutherheAutum。”
“Oh，thankyou，thankyoueversomuch，”saidJillandScrubb。
“Buthaveacare，”saidtheLady。“Onwhateverdayyoureag，thatyoueoolate。Fortheyshuttheirgatesafewhoursafternoon，anditistheofthecastlethattheyopentoheyhavedrawnbolt，howhardsoeverheknock。”
Thethankedheragain，withshiheLadywavedtothem。TheMarsh-wiggletookoffhissteeple-hataiffly。Theaartedwalkingtheirhorsesuptheslopeewithagreatclatterofhoofs。
“uddleglum。“I'dgiveagooddealtoknowwhereshe'sandwhereshe'sgoing。youexpeeetinthewildsofGiantlaonogood，I'llbebound。”
“Ohrot!”saidScrubb。“Ithoughtshelysuper。Andthinkofhotmealsandwarmrooms。Idisn'talongwayoff。”
“Samehere，”saidJill。“Andhadn'tsheascrumptiousdress。Andthehorse!”
“Allthesame，”saidPuddleglum，“Iabitmoreabouther。”
“Iwasgoingtoaskherallaboutherself，”saidJill。“ButhowcouldIwhenyouwouldn'ttellheranythingaboutus?”
“Yes，”saidSdwhywereyousostiffa。Didn'tyoulikethem?”
“Them?”saidthewiggle。“Who'sthem?Ionlysawone。”
“Didn'tyouseetheKnight?”askedJill。
“Isawasuitofarmor，”saidPuddleglum。“Whydidn'thespeak?”
&hewasshy，”saidJill。“OrperhapshejustwantstolookatheraoherlovelyvoisureIwouldifIwashim。”
“Iwasw，”remarkedPuddleglum，“whatyou'dreallyseeifyouliftedupthevisorofthathelmetandlookedinside。”
“Hangitall，”saidScrubb。“Thinkoftheshapeofthearmor!Whatcouldbeiaman?”
“HowaboutaskeletoheMarsh-wigglewithghastlyess。“Orperhaps，”headdedasa，“nothingatall。Imean，nothingyoucouldsee。Someoneinvisible。”
“Really，Puddleglum，”saidJillwithashudder，“youdohavethemosthorribleideas。Howdoyouthinkofthemall?”
“Oh，botherhisideas!”saidScrubb。“He'salegtheworst，andhe'salwayswro'sthinkaboutthoseGesaasquicklyaswe。IwishIknewhowfaritis。”
AndnowtheynearlyhadthefirstofthosequarrelswhichPuddleglumhadforetold:notthatJillandS'tbeensparringandsnappiheragooddealbefore，butthiswasthefirstreallyseriousdisagreement。Puddleglumdidn'twaatall。Hesaidthathedidn'tknowwhatagiant'sideaofbeibe，andthat，anyway，Aslan'ssignshadsaidnothingaboutstayingwithgialeorotherwise。The，oherhand，whoweresidandrain，andskinnyfowlroastedovercampfires，andhard，coldearthtosleepoelydeadsettovisittheGes。Intheend，Puddleglumagreedtodoso，butoiohersmustgiveanabsolutepromisethat，uhemleave，theywouldheGehattheyNarniaorthattheywerelookingforPrin。Andtheygavehimthispromise，aon。
&alkwiththeLadythingsgotworseintwodifferentways。Iplacethetrywasmuchharder。Theroadledthroughendless，narrowvalleysdownwhichaorthaysblowingintheirfaces。Therewasnothingthatcouldbeusedforfirewood，andtherewereleholloin，astherehadbeenonthemoor。Andthegroundwasallstony，andmadeyourfeetsorebydayaht。
Inthesedplace，whatevertheLadyhadielliHarfaualeffethewasabadohinkaboutnothingbutbedsandbathsandhotmealsandhowlovelyitwouldbetogetindoors。TheyalkedaboutAslahelostprinow。AndJillgaveupherhabitthesigoherselfeverynightandm。Shesaidtoherself，atfirst，thatshewastootired，butshesotallaboutit。AndthoughyoumighthaveexpectedthattheideaofhavingagoodtimeatHarfangwouldhavemadethemmorecheerful，itreallymadethemmoresorryforthemselvesandmrumpyandsnappywitheachotherandwithPuddleglum。
Atlasttheyeafternoontoaplacewherethegeinwhichtheyweretravellianddarkfirwoodsroseoheylookedaheadandsawthattheyhadouhemlayadesolate，ro:beyondit，furthermountaihsnow。Butbetweehosefurthermountainsrosealowhillwithanirregularflattishtop。
“Look!Look!”criedJill，andpointedacrosstheplaihroughthegatheringdusk，frombeyohill，everyonesawlights。Lights!Notmoonlight，ahomelygrowoflightedwindows。Ifyouhavehewildwilderness，dayandnight，forweeks，youwillhardlyua。
“Harfang!”criedSdJilliedvoid“HarfaedPuddlegluminadull，gloomyvoice。Butheadded，“Hullo!Wildgeese!”andhadthebowoffhisshoulderinased。Hebroughtdownagoodfatgoose。ItwasfartoolatetothinkHarfangthatday。Buttheyhadahotmealaartedthenightwarmerthantheyhadbeenforoveraweek。Afterthefirehadgoheerlydwhentheywokem，theirblaiffwithfrost。
“Nevermind!”saidJill，stampibathstonight!”