“I’ll tell you what it is，” said Puddleglum. “That Witch has laid a train of magic spells so that whenever she was killed， at that same moment her whole kingdom would fall to pieces. She‘s the sort that wouldn’t so much mind dying herself if she knew that the chap who killed her was going to be burned， or buried， or drowned five minutes later.”
“Hast hit it， friend wiggle，” said the Prince. “When our swords hacked off the Witch‘s head， that stroke ended all her magic works， and now the Deep Lands are falling to pieces. We are looking on the end of Underworld.”
“That’s it， Sir，” said Puddleglum. “Unless it should happen to be the end of the whole world.”
“But are we just going to stay here and.wait？” gasped Jill. “Not by my counsel，” said the Prince. “I would save my horse， Coalblack， and the Witch‘s Snowflake （a noble beast and worthy of a better mistress） which are both stabled in the courtyard. After that， let us make shift to get out to high ground and pray that we shall find an outlet. The horses can carry two each at need， and if we put them to itthey may outstrip the flood.”