“Now，” said Puddleglum. “Those eels will take a mortal long time to cook， and either of you might faint with hunger before they’re done. I knew a little girl.but I‘d better not tell you that story. It might lower your spirits， and that’s a thing I never do. So， to keep your minds off your hunger， we may as well talk about our plans.”
“Yes， do let‘s，” said Jill. “Can you help us to find Prince Rilian？”
The Marsh.wiggle sucked in his cheeks till they were hollower than you would have thought possible. “Well， I don’t know that you‘d call it help，” he said. “I don’t know that anyone can exactly help. It stands to reason we‘re not likely to get very far on a journey to the north， not at this time of the year， with the winter coming on soon and all. And an early winter too， by the look of things. But you mustn’t let that make you down.hearted. Very likely， what with enemies， and mountains， and rivers to cross， and losing our way， and next to nothing to eat， and sore feet， we‘ll hardly notice the weather. And if we don’t get far enough to do any good， we may get far enough not to get back in a hurry.”
Both children noticed that he said “we”， not “you”， and both exclaimed at the same moment. “Are you coming with us？”