CHAPTERSIXTEENTHEHEALINGOFHARMS
WHENJillwokemandfoundherselfihoughtforonehorridmomentthatshewasbatheUnderworld。Butwheicedthatshewaslyiherwithafurrymantleoverher，andsawacheeryfireg（asif）ohand，farthersunlightinginthroughtheouth，sherememberedallthehappytruth。Theyhadhadadelightfulsupper，alltothatspiteofbeingsosleepybeforeiterlyover。ShehadavagueimpressionofDwarfsgrouhfrying-pansratherbiggerthanthemselves，andthehissing，anddeliellofsausages，andmore，andmore，andmes。Achedsausageshalffullofbreadaher，butrealmeaty，spies，fatandpipinghotandburstandjustthetiburnt。Amugsoffrothychodroastpotatoesandroastuts，andbakedappleswithraisinsstuwherethecoreshadbeen，andtheofreshenyouupafterallthehotthings。
Jillsatupandlookedaround。Puddleglumaacewerelyingnotfaraway，bothfastasleep。
“Hi，youtwo!”shoutedJillinaloudvoi'tytogetup?”
“Shoo，shoo!”saidasleepyvoiewhereaboveher。“Timetobesettlingdown。Haveagoodsnooze，do，do。Don'tmakeato-do。Tu-whoo!”
“Why，Idobelieve，”saidJill，glangupatawhitebundleoffluffyfeathersertopofagrandfatherohecave，“Idobelieveit'sGlimfeather!”
&rue，”whirredtheOwl，liftifrandopeningoneeye。“IcameupwithamessageforthePritwo。Thesquirrelsbroughtusthegoodnews。MessageforthePrince。He'sgone。You'retofollowtoo。Good-day—”andtheheaddisappearedagain。
AsthereseemednofurtherhopeofgettinganyinformationfromtheOwl，Jillgotupandbeganlookingroundforanyceofawashandsomebreakfast。ButalmostatoleFauingihasharpclick-clackofhisgoatyhoofsoonefloor。
“Ah!You'vewokenupatlast，DaughterofEve，”hesaid。“Perhapsyou'dbetterwaketheSonofAdam。You'vegottobeoffiesaaurshaveverykioletyourideontheirbatoCairParavel。”Headdedinalowervoice。“Ofcourse，yourealizeitisamostspedunheard-ofhonourtobeallowedtorideataur。Idon'tknowthatIeverheardofabefore。Itwouldn'tdotokeepthemwaiting。”
“Where'sthePrihefirstquestioadPuddleglumassoonastheyhadbeen>
“He'sgoomeettheKing，hisfather，atCairParavel，”aheFaun，whosenamewasOrruns。“HisMajesty'sshipisexpeharbouraseemsthattheKiAslan—Idon'tkwasinavisiooface—beforehehadsailedfar，andAslanturnedhimbahewouldfindhislong-lostsonawaitinghimwhenhereaia。”
&aowupandheahelpingetthebreakfast。PuddleglumwastoldtostayiaurcalledCloudbirth，afamoushealer，or（asOrru）a'leech'，wasiohisburntfoot。
“Ah!”saidPuddleglumiofent，“he'llwahelegoffattheknee，Ishouldn'twonder。Youseeifhedoesn't。”Buthewasquitegladtostayinbed。
&wasscrambledeggsandtoastaackleditjustasifhehadnothadaverylargesupperinthemiddleofthenight。
“Isay，SonofAdam，”saidtheFaun，lookingwithaaweatEustaouthfuls。“There'sohurryquitesodreadfullyasthat。Idon'tthiaurshavequitefiheirbreakfastsyet。”
&heymusthavegotupverylate，”saidEustace。“Ibetit'safterteno'clock。”
“Ohno，”saidOrruupbeforeitwaslight。”
&heymusthavewaitedthedieforbreakfast，”saidEustace。
“No，theydidn't，”saidOrruns。“Theybegahemiheyawoke。”
“Golly!”saidEustace。“Dotheyeataverybigbreakfast?”
“Why，SonofAdam，don'tyouuaaurhasaman-stomadahorse-stomadofcoursebothwa。Sofirstofallhehaspeandpavendersandkidneysandbaeletteandandtoastandmarmaladeanddbeer。Aheattendstothehorsepartofhimselfbygrazingforanhourorsoandfinishingupwithahotmash，someoats，andabagofsugar。That'swhyit'ssuchaseriousthingtoaskataurtostayfortheweek-end。Averyseriousthingindeed。”
Atthatmomenttherewasasoundofhorse-hoofstappingonroouthofthedthelookedup。Thetwotaurs，ohablaewithagbarechests，stoodwaitingforthem，bendingtheirheadsalittlesoastolookihenthebecameverypoliteaheirbreakfastveryquioohiaurfun。Theyaresolemicpeople，fullofawisdomwhichtheylearars，noteasilymadeeithermerryry;buttheiraerribleasatidalwavewhenites。
“Good-bye，dearPuddleglum，”saidJill，goiheMarsh-wiggle'sbed。“I'msorrywecalledyoua>
“So'mI，”saidEustace。“You'vebeefriendintheworld。”
“AndIdohopewe'llmeetagain，”addedJill。
“Notmuceofthat，Ishouldsay，”repliedPuddleglum。“1don'treverylikelytoseemyoldwigwamagaihatPrince—he'sadoyouthinkhe&#?stitutiohlivingunderground，Ishouldn'twonder。Looksthesortthatmightgooffanyday。”
“Puddleglum!”saidJill。“Yularoldhumbug。YousoundasdolefulasafuneralandIbelieveyou'reperfectlyhappy。Andyoutalkasifyouwereafraid，whenyou'rereallyasbraveas-asalion。”
“Now，speakingoffunerals，”begaJill，whoheardthetaurstappingwiththeirhoofsbehindher，surprisedhimverymugingherarmsroundhisthinnedkissinghismuddy-lookingface，whileEustaghishaheybothrushedawaytothetaurs，andtheMarsh-wiggle，sinkingbahisbed，remarkedtohimself，“Well，Iwouldn'thavedreamtthat。EventhoughIamagood-lookingchap。”
Torideoauris，nodoubt，agreathonour（aJillahereisprobablynooheworldtodaywhohashadit）butitisveryunfortable。Fornoonewhovaluedhislifewouldsuggestputtingasaddleoaur，andridingbare-baofun;especiallyif，likeEustace，youhaveorideatall。Thetaurswereverypoliteinagrave，gracious，grown-upkindofway，aeredthroughtheNarnianwoodstheyspoke，withtheirheads，tellingtheaboutthepropertiesofherbsandroots，theiheplaheninenamesofAslanwiththeirmeanings，andthingsofthatsort。Buthoweversoreawohumaheywouldhijourneyaihosegladesandslwithlastnight'ssbyrabbitsandsquirrelsandbirdsthatwishedyoug，taintheairofNarhevoicesoftheNarniantrees。
Theytotheriver，flhtaersunshihelastbridge（whichisatthesnug，red-roofedlittletownofBeruna）andwereferriedaaflatbargebytheferrymaheferry-wiggle，foritisMarsh-wiggleswhodomostofthewateryandfishykindsofworkinNarnia。AheyhadcrossedtheyrodealohbankoftheriveralycametoCairParavelitself。Andattheverymomentoftheirarrivaltheysawthatsamebrightshipwhichtheyhadseesetflidinguptheriverlikeahugebird。AllthecourtwereonbledoweeleaoweleKingeagain。Rilian，whohadgedhisblackdwasnowdressedicloakoversilvermail，stoodclosetothewater'sedge，bare-headed，toreceivehisfather;arumpkinsatbesidehiminhislittledonkey-chair。ThesawtherewouldbenocethePrihroughallthatd，anyway，theyhershy。Sotheyaskedthetaursiftheymightgoonsittingontheirbacksalittlelohusseeeverythiheheadsofthecourtiers。Aaurssaidtheymight。
Aflourishofsilvertrumpetscameoverthewaterfromtheship'sdeck:thesailorsthree;rats（TalkingRats，ofdMarsh-wigglesmadeitfastashore;andtheshipedin。Musis，hiddehecrolaysolemn，triumphalmusidsoontheKing'sgalleonwasaloheRatsranthegangwayonboardher。
JillexpectedtoseetheoldKi。Butthereappearedtobesomehitch。ALordalefacecameashoreahePrirumpkihreeweretalkingwiththeirheadsclosetogetherforafewminoonecouldhearwhattheysaid。Themusicplayedon，butyoucouldfeelthateveryonewasbeihenfhts，gsomethingandgoingverysloearedondetheystartedtoedownthegangwayyoucouldseewhattheywereg:itwastheoldKingonabed，verypaleandstill。Theysethimdown。ThePribesidehimaheycouldseeKingraisinghishandtoblesshisson。Andeveryowasahalf-heartedcheer，fortheyallfeltthatsomethingwasg。TheheKing'sheadfellbahispillows，themusisstoppedandtherewasadeadsilehePriheKing'sbed，laiddoonita。
Therewerewhisperingsandgoingstoandfro。ThenJillallwhoworehats，bos，orhthemoff—Eustacluded。Thensheheardarustlingandflappingnoiseupabovethecastle;whenshelookedshesawthatthegreatbahegoldenLiononitwasbeingbroughtdowntohalf-mast。A，slowly，mercilessly，withwailingstringsanddissolateblowingofhorns，themusiagain:thistime，atuobreakyourheart。