CHAPTER ELEVEN
t ion. t on any account set t free, if to do so t time o call upon a name t? On t going to obey t could Aslan to unbind anyone even a lunatic - ? Or t learn to entrap t t muff th.
quot;O; said Jill.
quot;I t; said Puddleglum.
quot;Do you mean you t if ie ; said Scrubb.
quot;I dont kno t,quot; said Puddleglum. quot;You see, Aslan didnt tell Pole o do. t fello t doesnt let us off follohe sign.”
tood looking at one anot eyes. It . quot;All rig; said Jill suddenly. quot;Lets get it over. Good-bye, everyone ...!quot; t here was foam on his cheeks.
quot;Come on, Scrubb,quot; said Puddleglum. over to tive.
quot;In t; tting tant taken from able), and dre.
quot;You first!quot; must have been a good sword.
ts edge like string, and in a moment a feed fragments, s . But as t a brig) a loathsome smell.
quot;Lie t; ;lest your mistress sim.quot; turned and surveyed ever it was, had vanished from his face.
quot;?quot; urning to Puddleglum. quot;Do I see before me a Mars, Narnian Marsh-wiggle?”
quot;Oer all?quot; said Jill.
quot;ten it . quot;ell, t and all ots are no I kno King is my father.”
quot;Your Royal ; said Puddleglum, sinking on one knee (and t;we o seek you.”
quot;And o Scrubb and Jill.
quot;e by Aslan o seek your highness,”
said Scrubb. quot;I am Eustace he island of Ramandu.”
quot;I oer debt t; said Prince Rilian. quot;But my fat alive