CHAPTER FIVE PUDDLEGLUM（第3/4页）
“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 ？”
“Oh yes，I’m coming of course. Might as well，you see. I don’t suppose we shall ever see the King back in Narnia，now that he’s once set off for foreign parts；and he had a nasty cough when he left. Then there’s Trumpkin. He’s failing fast. And you’ll find there’ll have been a bad harvest after this terrible dry summer. And I shouldn’t wonder if some enemy attacked us. Mark my words.”
“And how shall we start ？”said Scrubb.
“Well,”said the Marsh-wiggle very slowly，“all the others who ever went looking for Prince Rilian started from that same fountain where Lord Drinian saw the lady. They went north， mostly. And as none of them ever came back，we can’t exactly say how they got on.”
“We’ve got to start by finding a ruined city of giants,”said Jill. “Aslan said so.”
“Got to start by finding it，have we ？”answered Puddleglum. “Not allowed to start by looking for it，I suppose ？”
“That’s what I meant，of course,”said Jill. “And then，when we’ve found it—”
“Yes，when ！ ”said Puddleglum very drily.
“Doesn’t anyone know where it is ？”asked Scrubb.
“I don’t know about Anyone,”said Puddleglum. “And I won’t say I haven’t heard of that Ruined City. You wouldn’t start from the fountain，though. You’d have to go across Ettinsmoor. That’s where the Ruined City is，if it’s anywhere. But I’ve been as far in that direction as most people and I never got to any ruins，so I won’t deceive you.”
“Where’s Ettinsmoor ？”said Scrubb.
“Look over there northward,”said Puddleglum，pointing with his pipe. “See those hills and bits of cliff ？ That’s the beginning of Ettinsmoor. But there’s a river between it and us；the river Shribble. No bridges，of course.”
“I suppose we can ford it，though,”said Scrubb.
“Well，it has been forded,”admitted the Marsh-wiggle.
“Perhaps we shall meet people on Ettinsmoor who can tell us the way,”said Jill.
“You’re right about meeting people,”said Puddleglum.
“What sort of people live there ？”she asked.
“It’s not for me to say they aren’t all right in their own way,”answered Puddleglum. “If you like their way.”
“Yes，but what are they ？”pressed Jill. “There are so many queer creatures in this country. I mean，are they animals，or birds，or dwarfs，or what ？”
The Marsh-wiggle gave a long whistle. “Phew ！”he said. “Don’t you know ？ I thought the owls had told you. They’re giants.”
Jill winced. She had never liked giants even in books，and she had once met one in a nightmare. Then she saw Scrubb’s face， which had turned rather green，and thought to herself，“I bet he’s in a worse funk than I am.”That made her feel braver.
“The King told me long ago,”said Scrubb—“that time when I was with him at sea—that he’d jolly well beaten those giants in war and made them pay him tribute.”
“That’s true enough,”said Puddleglum. “They’re at peace with us all right. As long as we stay on our own side of the Shribble， they won’t do us any harm. Over on their side，on the Moor—Still，there’s always a chance. If we don’t get near any of them， and if none of them forget themselves，and if we’re not seen，it’s just possible we might get a long way.”