Puddleglum and Eustace went first with their arms retched out in front of them， for fear of blundering into nything； Jill and the Prince followed， leading the horses.
“I say，” came Eustace‘s voice much later， “are my eyes oing wrong， or is there a patch of light up there？”
Before anyone could answer him， Puddleglum called out： Stop. I’m up against a dead end. And it‘s earth， not rock.
hat were you saying， Scrubb？“
“By the Lion，” said the Prince， “Eustace is right. There is sort of.”
“But it’s not daylight，” said Jill. “It‘s only a cold blue sort f light.”
“Better than nothing， though，” said Eustace. “Can we get p to it？”
“It’s not right overhead，” said Puddleglum. “It‘s above us， ut it’s in this wall that I‘ve run into. How would it be， Pole， you got on my shoulders and saw whether you could get up o it？”
The Disappearance Of Jill