Suddenly Puddleglum turo them, and his face had gone so pale that you could e the paleness uhe natural muddiness of his plexion. He said： “Do another bite.”
“What’s wrong?” asked the other two in a whisper.
“Didn’t you hear what tho giants were saying?‘That’s a ender haunch of venison,''said one of them.‘Then that stag was a liar,''said another.‘Why?''said the first one.‘Oh,’said the other.‘They say that when he was caught he said, Don’t kill me, I’m tough. You won’t like me.’” For a moment Jill did not realize the full meaning of this. But she did when Scrubb’s eyes opened wide with horror and he said： “So we’ve beeing a Talking stag.”
This discovery didn’t have exactly the same effe all of them. Jill, who was o that world, was sorry for the poor stag and thought it rotten of the giants to have killed him. Scrubb, who had been in that world before and had at least oalki as his dear friend, felt horrified; as you might feel about a murder. But Puddleglum, who was Narnian born, was sid faint, a as you would feel if you found you had eaten a baby.
“We’ve brought the anger of Aslan on us,” he said. “That’s what es of not attending to the signs. We’re under a cur, I expect. If it was allowed, it would be the best thing we could do, to take the knives and drive them into our ows.”
And gradually even Jill came to e it from his point of view. At any rate, none of them wanted any more lunch. And as soon as they thought it safe they crept quietly out of the hall.
It was now drawio that time of the day on which their hopes of escape depended, and all became nervous. They hung about in passages and waited for things to bee quiet. The giants in the hall sat on a dreadfully long time after the meal was over. The bald one was telling a story. When that was over, the three travellers dawdled down to the kit. But there were still plenty of giants there, or at least in the scullery, washing up and putting things away. It was agonizing, waiting till the fiheir jobs and, one by one, wiped their hands a away. At last only one old giantess was left in the room. She pottered about, and pottered about, and at last the three travellers realized with horror that she did not io go away at all.