“Of cour we were, your Honour,” said Golg. “You e, we didn’t know the Witch was dead. We thought she’d be watg from the castle. We were trying to slip away without being en. And then when you three came out with swords and hors, of cour everyone says to himlf, Here it es：not knowing that his Honour wasn’t och’s side. And we were determio fight like anything rather than give up the hope of going back to Bism.”
“I’ll be sworn‘tis an ho gnome,” said the Prince. “Let go of it, friend Puddleglum. As for me, good Golg, I have been ented like you and your fellows, and have but newly remembered mylf. And now, one question more. Do you know the way to tho new diggings, by which the sorceress meant to lead out an army against Overland?”
“Ee-ee-ee！” squeaked Golg. “Yes, I know that terrible road. I will show you where it begins. But it is no manner of u your Honour askio go with you on it. I’ll die rather.”
“Why?” asked Eustaxiously. “What’s so dreadful about it?”
“Too he top, the outside,” said Golg, shuddering. “That was the worst thing the Witch did to us. We were going to be led out into the open — on to the outside of the world. They say there’s no roof at all there; only a horrible great emptiness called the sky. And the diggings have gone so far that a few strokes of the pick would bring you out to it. I wouldn’t dare go hem.”
“Hurrah！ Now you’re talking！” cried Eustace, and Jill said, “But it’s not horrid at all up there. We like it. We live there.”
“I know you Overlanders live there,” said Golg. “But I thought it was becau you couldn’t find your way down inside. You ’t really like it — crawling about like flies oop of the world！”
“What about showing us the road at once?” said Puddleglum.
“In a good hour,” cried the Prince.
The whole party t out. The Prince remounted his charger, Puddleglum climbed up behind Jill, and Golg led the way. As he went, he kept shouting out the good hat the Witch was dead and that the four Overlanders were not dangerous. And tho who heard him shouted it on to others, so that in a few mihe whole of Underland was ringing with shouts and cheers, and gnomes by hundreds and thousands, leaping, turning cart-wheels, standing on their heads, playing leap-frog, aing off huge crackers, came pressing round Coalblad Snowflake. And the Prince had to tell the story of his own entment and delivera least ten times.