She put her hands under her cloak and wrapped it tightly round her. It was uncanny to hear two voices in the dark air a little distance away； Scrubb and his owl were talking to one another. “He doesn‘t sound tired，” thought Jill. She did not realize that he had been on great adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was bringing back to him a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King Caspian.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake， for she knew that if she dozed on Glimfeather’s back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls ended their flight， she climbed stiffly off Glimfeather and found herself on flatround. A chilly wind was blowing and they appeared to be a place without trees. “Tu.whoo， tu.whoo！” Glimfeather as calling. “Wake up， Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the ion‘s business.”
For a long time there was no reply. Then， a long way off， a im light appeared and began to come nearer. With it came voice.