“No， go back，” said Puddleglum. “We may pick up someinformation， and we need all we can get. I am sure that Queen is a witch and an enemy. And those Earthmen would knock us on the head as soon as look at us. There’s a stronger smell of danger and lies and magic and treason about this land than I‘ve ever smelled before. We need to keep our eyes and ears open.”
They went back down the corridor and gently pushed thedoor open. “It’s all right，” said Scrubb， meaning that there were no Earthmen about. Then they all came back into the room where they had supped.
The main door was now shut， concealing the curtain between which they had first entered. The Knight was seated in a curious silver chair， to which he was bound by his ankles， his knees， his elbows， his wrists， and his waist. There was sweat on his forehead and his face was filled with anguish.