“In a good hour，” cried the Prince. The whole party set out. The Prince remounted his charger， Puddleglum climbed up behind Jill， and Golg led the way. As he went， he kept shouting out the good news that the Witch was dead and that the four Overlanders were not dangerous. And those who heard him shouted it on to others， so that in a few minutes the whole of Underland was ringing with shouts and cheers， and gnomes by hundreds and thousands， leaping， turning cartwheels， standing on their heads， playing leapfrog， and letting off huge crackers， came pressing round Coalblack and Snowflake. And the Prince had to tell the story of his own enchantment and deliverance at least ten times.
