Jill sat up and looked around. Puddleglum aace were lying not far away, both fast asleep.
“Hi, you two！” shouted Jill in a loud voice. “Aren’t you ever going to get up?”
“Shoo, shoo！” said a sleepy voiewhere above her. “Time to be ttling down. Have a good snooze, do, do. Don’t make a to-do. Tu-whoo！”
“Why, I do believe,” said Jill, glang up at a white bundle of fluffy feathers which erched on top of a grandfather clo one er of the cave, “I do believe it’s Glimfeather！”
“True, true,” whirred the Owl, lifting its head out from us wing and opening one eye. “I came up with a message for the Pri about two. The squirrels brought us the good news. Message for the Prince. He’s gone. You’re to follow too. Good-day —” and the head disappeared again.
As there emed no further hope of getting any information from the Owl, Jill got up and began looking round for any ce of a wash and some breakfast. But almost at once a little Faun came trotting into the cave with a sharp click-clack of his goaty hoofs oone floor.
Jill sat up and looked around. Puddleglum aace were lying not far away, both fast asleep.
“Hi, you two！” shouted Jill in a loud voice. “Aren’t you ever going to get up?”
“Shoo, shoo！” said a sleepy voiewhere above her. “Time to be ttling down. Have a good snooze, do, do. Don’t make a to-do. Tu-whoo！”
“Why, I do believe,” said Jill, glang up at a white bundle of fluffy feathers which erched on top of a grandfather clo one er of the cave, “I do believe it’s Glimfeather！”
“True, true,” whirred the Owl, lifting its head out from us wing and opening one eye. “I came up with a message for the Pri about two. The squirrels brought us the good news. Message for the Prince. He’s gone. You’re to follow too. Good-day —” and the head disappeared again.
As there emed no further hope of getting any information from the Owl, Jill got up and began looking round for any ce of a wash and some breakfast. But almost at once a little Faun came trotting into the cave with a sharp click-clack of his goaty hoofs oone floor.
“Ah！ You’ve woken up at last, Daughter of Eve,” he said. “Perhaps you’d better wake the Son of Adam. You’ve got to be off in a few minutes and two taurs have very kindly offered to let you ride on their backs down to Cair Paravel.” He added in a lower voice. “Of cour, you realize it is a most special and unheard-of honour to be allowed to ride a taur. I don’t know that I ever heard of anyone doing it before. It wouldn’t do to keep them waiting.”