“What’s happeo the Earthmen?” said Scrubb. “Is it them shouting?”
“''Tis hardly possible,” said the Prince. “I never heard one of the rascals so much as speak with a loud voi all the weary years of my bondage. Some new devilry, I don’t doubt.”
“And what is that red light over there?” asked Jill. “Is something on fire?”
“If you ask me,” said Puddleglum, “I should say that was the tral fires of the Earth breaking out to make a new volo. We’ll be in the middle of it, I shouldn’t wonder.”
“Look at that ship！” said Scrubb. “Why’s it ing on so quickly? No one’s rowing it.”
“Look, look！” said the Prihe ship is already far this side of the harbour — it is ireet. Look！ All the ships are driving into the city！ By my head, the a’s rising. The flood is upon us. Aslan be praid, this castle stands on high ground. But the water es on grimly fast.”
“Oh, what be happening?” cried Jill. “Fire and water and all tho people dodging about the streets.”
“I’ll tell you what it is,” said Puddleglum. “That Witch has laid a train of magic spells so that whenever she was killed, at that same moment her whole kingdom would fall to pieces. She’s the sort that wouldn’t so much mind dying herlf if she khat the chap who killed her was going to be burned, or buried, or drowned five minutes later.”
“Hast hit it, friend wiggle,” said the Prince. “When our swords hacked off the Witch’s head, that stroke ended all her magic works, and now the Deep Lands are falling to pieces. We are looking on the end of Underworld.”
“That’s it, Sir,” said Puddleglum. “Unless it should happen to be the end of the whole world.”
“But are we just going to stay here and — wait?” gasped Jill.
“Not by my l,” said the Prince. “I would save my hor, Coalblack, and the Witch’s Snowflake （a noble beast and worthy of a better mistress） which are both stabled in the courtyard. After that, let us make shift to get out to high ground and pray that we shall find an outlet. The hors carry two each at need, and if we put them to it they may outstrip the flood.”