“I say —” began Jill, but suddenly broke off with a ot a sharp cry. It sounded more as if her mouth had been muffled up or had something pushed into it. After that she found her void emed to be shouting out as loud as she could, but they couldn’t hear the words. Two things then happe the same moment. The patch of light was pletely blocked up for a d or so; and they heard both a scuffling, struggling sound and the voice of the Marsh-wiggle gasping： “Quick！ Help！ Hold on ts. Someone’s pullihere！ No, here. Too late！”
The opening, and the cold light which filled it, were now perfectly clear again. Jill had vanished.
“Jill！ Jill！” they shouted frantically, but there was no answer.
“Why the dis couldn’t you have held her feet?” said Eustace.
“I don’t know, Scrubb,” groaned Puddleglum. “Born to be a misfit, I shouldn’t wonder. Fated. Fated to be Pole’s death, just as I was fated to eat Talking Stag at Harfang. Not that it isn’t my own fault as well, of cour.”
“I say —” began Jill, but suddenly broke off with a ot a sharp cry. It sounded more as if her mouth had been muffled up or had something pushed into it. After that she found her void emed to be shouting out as loud as she could, but they couldn’t hear the words. Two things then happe the same moment. The patch of light was pletely blocked up for a d or so; and they heard both a scuffling, struggling sound and the voice of the Marsh-wiggle gasping： “Quick！ Help！ Hold on ts. Someone’s pullihere！ No, here. Too late！”
The opening, and the cold light which filled it, were now perfectly clear again. Jill had vanished.
“Jill！ Jill！” they shouted frantically, but there was no answer.
“Why the dis couldn’t you have held her feet?” said Eustace.
“I don’t know, Scrubb,” groaned Puddleglum. “Born to be a misfit, I shouldn’t wonder. Fated. Fated to be Pole’s death, just as I was fated to eat Talking Stag at Harfang. Not that it isn’t my own fault as well, of cour.”
“This is the greatest shame and sorrow that could have fallen on us,” said the Prince. “We have nt a brave lady into the hands of enemies and stayed behind in safety.”
“Don’t paint it too black, Sir,” said Puddleglum. “We’re not very safe except for death by starvation in this hole.”
“I wonder am I small enough to get through where Jill did?” said Eustace.
What had really happeo Jill was this. As soon as she got her head out of the hole she found that she was looking down as if from an upstairs window, not up as if through a trap-door. She had been so long in the dark that her eyes couldn’t at first take in what they were eing：except that she was not looking at the daylit, sunny world which she so wao e. The air emed to be deadly cold, and the light ale and blue. There was also a good deal of noi going on and a lot of white objects flying about in the air. It was at that moment that she had shouted down to Puddleglum to let her stand up on his shoulders.