“Will yhness not put on armour?” asked Puddleglum. “I don’t like the look of tho”- and he pointed down to the street. Everyone looked down. Dozens of creatures （and now that they were clo, they obviously were Earthmen） were ing up from the dire of the harbour. But they were not moving like an aimless crowd. They behaved like modern soldiers in an attack, making rushes and taking cover, anxious not to be en from the castle windows.
“I dare he inside of that armain,” said the Prince. “I rode in it as in a movable dungeon, and it stinks of magid slavery. But I will take the shield.”
He left the room aurned with a strange light in his eyes a moment later.
“Look, friends,” he said, holding out the shield towards them. “An ho it was blad without device; and now, this.” The shield had turned bright as silver, and on it, redder than blood or cherries, was the figure of the Lion.
“Doubtless,” said the Prihis sighat Aslan will be ood lord, whether he means us to live or die. And all’s one, for that. Now, by my l, we shall all kneel and kiss his likeness, and then all shake hands oh another, as true friends that may shortly be parted. And the us desd into the city and take the advehat is nt us.”
And they all did as the Prince had said. But when Scrubb shook hands with Jill, he said, “So long, Jill. Sorry I’ve been a funk and so ratty. I hope you get safe home,” and Jill said, “So loace. And I’m sorry I’ve been such a pig.” And this was the first time they had ever ud Christian names, becau one didn’t do it at school.
The Prinlocked the door and they all went dowairs：three of them with drawn swords, and Jill with drawn khe attendants had vanished and the great room at the foot of the Prince’s stairs was empty. The grey, doleful lamps were still burning and by their light they had no difficulty in passing gallery after gallery and desding stairway after stairway. The nois from outside the castle were not so easily heard here as they had been in the room above. Ihe hou all was still as death, aed. It was as they turned a er into the great hall on the ground floor that they met their first Earthman — a fat, whitish creature with a very piglike face who was gobbling up all the remains of food oables. It squealed （the squeal also was very like a pig’s） and darted under a bench, whisking its long tail out of Puddleglum’s rea the nick of time. Then it rushed away through the far door too quickly to be followed.
From the hall they came out into the courtyard. Jill, who went to a riding school in the holidays, had just noticed the smell of a stable （a very nice, ho, homely smell it is to meet in a place like Underland） wheace said, “Great Scott！ Look at that！”