I know nothing so disagreeable as being kisd by a giantess. Jill thought the same, but was asleep in five minutes.
The rain fell steadily all the evening and all the night, dashing against the windows of the castle, and Jill never heard it but slept deeply, past supper time and past midnight. And then came the deadest hour of the night and nothing stirred but mi the hou of the giants. At that hour there came to Jill a dream.
It emed to her that she awoke in the same room and saw the fire, sunk low and red, and in the firelight the great wooden hor. And the hor came of its own will, rolling on its wheels across the carpet, and stood at her head. And now it was no longer a hor, but a lion as big as the hor. And then it was not a toy lion, but a real lion, The Real Lion, just as she had en him on the mountain beyond the world’s end. And a smell of all sweet-smelling things there are filled the room. But there was some trouble in Jill’s mind, though she could not think what it was, and the tears streamed down her fad wet the pillow. The Lion told her to repeat the signs, and she found that she had fotten them all. At that, a great horror came over her. And Aslan took her up in his jaws （she could feel his lips and his breath but not his teeth） and carried her to the window and made her look out. The moon shone bright; and written i letters across the world or the sky （she did not know which） were the words UNDER ME. After that, the dream faded away, and when she woke, very late m, she did not remember that she had dreamed at all.
She and dresd and had finished breakfast in front of the fire when the Nur opehe door and said： “Here’s pretty poppet’s little friends e to play with her.”
In came Scrubb and the Marsh-wiggle.
“Hullo！ Good m,” said Jill. “Isn’t this fun? I’ve slept about fifteen hours, I believe. I do feel better, don’t you?”
“1 do,” said Scrubb, “but Puddleglum says he has a headache. Hullo！ - your window has a window at. If we got up on that, we could e out.”
And at ohey all did so：and at the first glance Jill said, “Oh, how perfectly dreadful！”
The sun was shining and, except for a few drifts, the snow had been almost pletely washed away by the rain. Down below them, spread out like a map, lay the flat hill-top which they had struggled over yesterday afternoon; en from the castle, it could not be mistaken for anything but the ruins of a gigantic city. It had been flat, as Jill now saw, becau it was still, on the whole, paved, though in places the pavement was broken. The criss-cross banks were what was left of the walls of huge buildings which might once have been giants’palaces and temples. O of wall, about five hundred feet high, was still standing; it was that which she had thought was a cliff. The things that had looked like factory eys were enormous pillars, broken off at unequal heights; their fragments lay at their bas like felled trees of monstrous stohe ledges which they had climbed down on the north side of the hill — and also, no doubt the other ledges which they had climbed up on the south side — were the remaining steps of giant stairs. To all, in large, dark lettering across the tre of the pavement, ran the words UNDER ME.