Jill kept quiet at this and hoped Scrubb would be sporting nough not to tell all the owls why this hadn’t happened. e was， or very nearly. That is， he only muttered under his reath， “Well， it wasn‘t my fault，” before saying out loud： “Very well. We’ll have to manage without it. But there‘s st one thing more I want to know. If this owls’ parliament， s you call it， is all fair and above board and means no ischief， why does it have to be so jolly secret.meeting in ruin at the dead of night， and all that？”
“Tu.whoo！ Tu.whoo！” hooted several owls. “Where should e meet？ When would anyone meet except at night？”
“You see，” explained Glimfeather， “most of the creatures Narnia have such unnatural habits. They do things by ay， in broad blazing sunlight （ugh！） when everyone ought o be asleep. And， as a result， at night they‘re so blind and upid that you can’t get a word out of them. So we owls ave got into the habit of meeting at sensible hours， on ourwn， when we want to talk about things.”
“I see，” said Scrubb. “Well now， let‘s get on. Tell us all about the lost Prince.” Then an old owl， not Glimfeather， related the story.