“Tu-whoo,tu-whoo!”saidtheOwl,rufflingoutitsfeathers。“Thisisalmosttoomuchforme,soearlyintheevening。I’mnotquitemyselftillthesun’sdown。”
“Andwe’vebeensenttofindthelostPrince,”saidJill,whohadbeenanxiouslywaitingtogetintotheconversation。
“It’sthefirstI’veheardaboutit,”saidEustace。“Whatprince?”
“YouhadbettercomeandspeaktotheLordRegentatonce,”itsaid。“That’shim,overthereinthedonkeycarriage;TrumpkintheDwarf。”Thebirdturnedandbeganleadingtheway,mutteringtoitself,“Whoo!Tu-whoo!Whatato-do!Ican’tthinkclearlyyet。It’stooearly。”
“WhatistheKing’sname?”askedEustace。
“CaspiantheTenth,”saidtheOwl。AndJillwonderedwhyScrubbhadsuddenlypulledupshortinhiswalkandturnedanextraordinarycolour。Shethoughtshehadneverseenhimlooksosickaboutanything。Butbeforeshehadtimetoaskanyquestionstheyhadreachedthedwarf,whowasjustgatheringupthereinsofhisdonkeyandpreparingtodrivebacktothecastle。Thecrowdofcourtiershadbrokenupandweregoinginthesamedirection,byonesandtwosandlittleknots,likepeoplecomingawayfromwatchingagameorarace。
“Tu-whoo!Ahem!LordRegent,”saidtheOwl,stoopingdownalittleandholdingitsbeakneartheDwarf’sear。
“Heh?What’sthat?”saidtheDwarf。
“Twostrangers,mylord,”saidtheOwl。
“Rangers!Whatd’yemean?”saidtheDwarf。“Iseetwouncommonlygrubbyman-cubs。Whatdotheywant?”
“Myname’sJill,”saidJill,pressingforward。Shewasveryeagertoexplaintheimportantbusinessonwhichtheyhadcome。
“Thegirl’scalledJill,”saidtheOwl,asloudasitcould。
“What’sthat?”saidtheDwarf。“Thegirlsareallkilled!Idon’tbelieveawordofit。Whatgirls?Whokilled’em?”
“Onlyonegirl,mylord,”saidtheOwl。“HernameisJill。”
“Speakup,speakup,”saidtheDwarf。“Don’tstandtherebuzzingandtwitteringinmyear。Who’sbeenkilled?”
“Nobody’sbeenkilled,”hootedtheOwl。
“Who?”
“Nobody。”
allthat。Whatdoyoumeanbycomingheretotellmethatnobody’sbeenkilled?Whyshouldanyonehavebeenkilled?”
“BettertellhimI’mEustace,”saidScrubb。
“Theboy’sEustace,mylord,”hootedtheOwlasloudasitcould。
“Useless?”saidtheDwarfirritably。“Idaresayheis。Isthatanyreasonforbringinghimtocourt?Hey?”
“Notuseless,”saidtheOwl。“Eustace。”
“Usedtoit,ishe?Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout,I’msure。Itellyouwhatitis,MasterGlimfeather;whenIwasayoungDwarfthereusedtobetalkingbeastsandbirdsinthiscountrywhoreallycouldtalk。Therewasn’tallthismumblingandmutteringandwhispering。Itwouldn’thavebeentoleratedforamoment。Notforamoment,Sir。Urnus,mytrumpetplease—”
AlittleFaunwhohadbeenstandingquietlybesidetheDwarf’selbowallthistimenowhandedhimasilvereartrumpet。Itwasmadelikethemusicalinstrumentcalledaserpent,sothatthetubecurledrightroundtheDwarf’sneck。WhilehewasgettingitsettledtheOwl,Glimfeather,suddenlysaidtothechildreninawhisper:“Mybrain’sabitclearernow。Don’tsayanythingaboutthelostPrince。I’llexplainlater。Itwouldn’tdo,wouldn’tdo,Tu-Whoo!Ohwhatato-do!”
“Now,”saidtheDwarf,“ifyouhaveanythingsensibletosay,MasterGlimfeather,tryandsayit。Takeadeepbreathanddon’tattempttospeaktooquickly。”
Withhelpfromthechildren,andinspiteofafitofcoughingonthepartoftheDwarf,GlimfeatherexplainedthatthestrangershadbeensentbyAslantovisitthecourtofNarnia。TheDwarfglancedquicklyupatthemwithanewexpressioninhiseyes。
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