CHAPTER SEVEN THE HILL OF THE STRANGE TRENCHES（第4/5页）

“And what sort of creature do you call yourself,”he said.

Jill took her courage in both hands. “Please,”she said， shouting up at the giant. “The Lady of the Green Kirtle salutes the King of the Gentle Giants，and has sent us two Southern children and this Marsh-wiggle（his name’s Puddleglum）to your Autumn Feast. -If it’s quite convenient，of course,”she added.

“O-ho ！ ”said the Porter. “That’s quite a different story. Come in，little people，come in. You’d best come into the lodge while I’m sending word to his Majesty.”He looked at the children with curiosity. “Blue faces,”he said. “I didn’t know they were that colour. Don’t care about it myself. But I dare say you look quite nice to one another. Beetles fancy other beetles，they do say.”

“Our faces are only blue with cold,”said Jill. “We’re not this colour really.”

“Then come in and get warm. Come in，little shrimps,” said the Porter. They followed him into the lodge. And though it was rather terrible to hear such a big door clang shut behind them，they forgot about it as soon as they saw the thing they had been longing for ever since supper time last night—afire. And such a fire ！ It looked as if four or five whole trees were blazing on it，and it was so hot they couldn’t go within yards of it. But they all flopped down on the brick floor，as near as they could bear the heat，and heaved great sighs of relief.

“Now，youngster,”said the Porter to another giant who had been sitting in the back of the room，staring at the visitors till it looked as if his eyes would start out of his head，“run across with this message to the House.”And he repeated what Jill had said to him. The younger giant，after a final stare，and a great guffaw， left the room.

“Now，Froggy,”said the Porter to Puddleglum，“you look as if you wanted some cheering up.”He produced a black bottle very like Puddleglum’s own，but about twenty times larger. “Let me see，let me see,”said the Porter. “I can’t give you a cup or you’ll drown yourself. Let me see. This salt-cellar will be just the thing. You needn’t mention it over at the House. The silver will keep on getting over here，and it’s not my fault.”

The salt-cellar was not very like one of ours，being narrower and more upright，and made quite a good cup for Puddleglum， when the giant set it down on the floor beside him. The children expected Puddleglum to refuse it，distrusting the Gentle Giants as he did. But he muttered，“It’s rather late to be thinking of precautions now that we’re inside and the door shut behind us.”Then he sniffed at the liquor. “Smells all right,”he said. “But that’s nothing to go by. Better make sure,”and took a sip. “Tastes all right，too,”he said. “But it might do that at the first sip. How does it go on ？”He took a larger sip. “Ah ！”he said. “But is it the same all the way down ？”and took another. “There’ll be something nasty at the bottom，I shouldn’t wonder,”he said，and finished the drink. He licked his lips and remarked to the children， “This’ll be a test，you see. If I curl up，or burst，or turn into a lizard，or something，then you’ll know not to take anything they offer you.”But the giant，who was too far up to hear the things Puddleglum had been saying under his breath，roared with laughter and said，“Why，Froggy，you’re a man. See him put it away ！”

“Not a man...Marsh-wiggle,”replied Puddleglum in a somewhat indistinct voice. “Not frog either：Marsh-wiggle.”

At that moment the door opened behind them and the younger giant came in saying，“They’re to go to the throne-room at once.”

The children stood up but Puddleglum remained sitting and said，“Marsh-wiggle. Marsh-wiggle. Very respectable Marsh-wiggle. Respectowiggle.”

“Show them the way，young’un,”said the giant Porter. “You’d better carry Froggy. He’s had a drop more than’s good for him.”