In the end they all agreed that the best thing was to go off and try to meet Roonwit.
As soon as they had decided this, it was wonderful how much more cheerful everyone became.I don’t holy think that this was becau any of them was afraid of a fight（except perhaps Jill aace）.But I daresay that each of them, deep down inside, was very glad not to go any nearer—or not yet—to that horrible bird-headed thing which, visible or invisible, was now probably haunting Stable Hill.Anyway, one always feels better when one has made up one’s mind.
Tirian said they had better remove their disguis, as they didn’t want to be mistaken for enes and perhaps attacked by any loyal Narnians they might meet.The Dwarf made up a horrid-looking mess of ashes from the hearth and grea out of the jar of grea which was kept for rubbing on swords and spear-heads.Theook off their ene armour a down to the stream.The nasty mixture made a lather just like soft soap, it leasant, homely sight to e Tirian and the two children kneeling beside the water and scrubbing the backs of their necks or puffing and blowing as they splashed the lather off.Then they went back to the Tower with red, shiny faces, like people who have been given ara good wash before a party.They rearmed themlves in true Narnian style, with straight swords and three-ered shields.“Body of me,”said Tirian.“That is better.I feel a true man again.”
Puzzle begged very hard to have the lion-skin taken off him.He said it was too hot and the way it was rucked up on his back was unfortable; also, it made him look so silly.But they told him he would have to wear it a bit longer, for they still wao show him in that get-up to the other Beasts, even though they were now going to meet Roonwit first.
What was left of the pigeo and rabbit-meat was not worth bringing away but they took some biscuits.Then Tirian locked the door of the Tower and that was the end of their stay there.
It was a little after two iernoohey t out, and it was the first really warm day of that spring.The young leaves emed to be much further out thaerday：the snow-drops were over, but they saw veral primros.The sunlight slahrough the trees, birds sang, and always（though usually out of sight）there was the noi of running water.It was hard to think of horrible things like Tash.The childre,“This is really Narnia at last.”Even Tirian’s heart grew lighter as he walked ahead of them, humming an old Narnian marg song which had the refrain：