Jill was asleep. Ever since the owls’ parliament began she had been yawning terribly and now she had dropped off. She was not at all pleased at being waked again， and at finding herself lying on bare boards in a dusty belfry sort of place， completely dark， and almost completely full of owls. She was even less pleased when she heard that they had to set off for somewhere else.and not， apparently， for bed.on the Owl‘s back.
“Oh， come on， Pole， buck up，” said Scrubb’s voice. “After all， it is an adventure.”
“I‘m sick of adventures，” said Jill crossly.
She did， however， consent to climb on to Glimfeather’s back， and was thoroughly waked up （for a while） by the unexpected coldness of the air when he flew out with her into the night. The moon had disappeared and there were no stars. Far behind her she could see a single lighted window well above the ground； doubtless， in one of the towers of Cair Paravel. It made her long to be back in that delightful bedroom， snug in bed， watching the firelight on the walls.