ALL FELT THAT THEY HAD EARNED what Scrubb called a "breather." The Witch had locked the door and told the Earthmen not to disturb her, so there was no danger of interruption for the present. Their first business was, of course, Puddleglum"s burnt foot. A couple of clean shirts from the Prince"s bedroom, torn into strips, and well greased on the inside with b.u.t.ter and salad oil off the supper table, made a fairly good dressing. When this had been applied, they all sat down and had a little refreshment, and discussed plans for escaping from the Underworld.
Rilian explained that there were quite a lot of outlets by which one could get to the surface; he had been taken out through most of them at one time or another. But he had never gone out alone, only with the Witch; and he had always reached these outlets by going in a ship across the Sunless Sea. What the Earthmen would say if he went down to the harbor without the Witch, and with three strangers, and simply ordered a ship, no one could guess. But most likely they would ask awkward questions. On the other hand the new outlet, the one for the invasion of the Overworld, was on this side of the sea, and only a few miles away. The Prince knew that it was nearly finished; only a few feet of earth divided the diggings from the outer air. It was even possible that it had now been quite finished. Perhaps the Witch had come back to tell him this and to start the attack. Even if it was not, they could probably dig themselves out by that route in a few hours-if they could only get there without being stopped, and if only they found the diggings unguarded. But those were the difficulties.
"If you ask me-" began Puddleglum, when Scrubb interrupted.
"I say," he asked, "what"s that noise?"
"I"ve been wondering that for some time!" said Jill.
They had all, in fact, been hearing the noise but it had begun and increased so gradually that they did not know when they had first noticed it. For a time it had been only a vague disquiet like gentle winds, or traffic very far away. Then it swelled to a murmur like the sea. Then came rumblings and rushings. Now there seemed to be voices as well and also a steady roaring that was not voices.
"By the Lion," said Prince Rilian, "it seems this silent land has found a tongue at last." He rose, walked to the window, and drew aside the curtains. The others crowded round him to look out.
The very first thing they noticed was a great red glow. Its reflection made a red patch on the roof of the Underworld thousands of feet above them, so that they could see a rocky ceiling which had perhaps been hidden in darkness ever since the world was made. The glow itself came from the far side of the city so that many buildings, grim and great, stood up blackly against it. But it also cast its light down many streets that ran from it toward the castle. And in those streets something very strange was going on. The closely-packed, silent crowds of Earthmen had vanished. Instead, there were figures darting about by ones, or twos, or threes. They behaved like people who do not want to be seen: lurking in shadow behind b.u.t.tresses or in doorways, and then moving quickly across the open into fresh places of hiding. But the strangest thing of all, to anyone who knew gnomes, was the noise. Shouts and cries came from all directions. But from the harbor there came a low, rumbling roar which grew steadily louder and was already shaking the whole city.
"What"s happened to the Earthmen?" said Scrubb. "Is it them them shouting?" shouting?"
""Tis hardly possible," said the Prince. "I never heard one of the rascals so much as speak with a loud voice in all the weary years of my bondage. Some new devilry, I don"t doubt."
"And what is that red light over there?" asked Jill. "Is something on fire?"
"If you ask me," said Puddleglum, "I should say that was the central fires of the Earth breaking out to make a new volcano. We"ll be in the middle of it, I shouldn"t wonder."
"Look at that ship!" said Scrubb. "Why"s it coming on so quickly? No one"s rowing it."
"Look, look!" said the Prince. "The ship is already far this side of the harbor-it is in the street. Look! All the ships are driving into the city! By my head, the sea"s rising. The flood is upon us. Aslan be praised, this castle stands on high ground. But the water comes on grimly fast."
"Oh, what can can be happening?" cried Jill. "Fire and water and all those people dodging about the streets." be happening?" cried Jill. "Fire and water and all those people dodging about the streets."
"I"ll tell you what it is," said Puddleglum. "That Witch has laid a train of magic spells so that whenever she was killed, at that same moment her whole kingdom would fall to pieces. She"s the sort that wouldn"t so much mind dying herself if she knew that the chap who killed her was going to be burned, or buried, or drowned five minutes later."
"Hast hit it, friend wiggle," said the Prince. "When our swords hacked off the Witch"s head, that stroke ended all her magic works, and now the Deep Lands are falling to pieces. We are looking on the end of Underworld."
"That"s it, Sir," said Puddleglum. "Unless it should happen to be the end of the whole world."
"But are we just going to stay here and-wait?" gasped Jill.
"Not by my counsel," said the Prince. "I would save my horse, Coalblack, and the Witch"s Snowflake (a n.o.ble beast and worthy of a better mistress) which are both stabled in the courtyard. After that, let us make shift to get out to high ground and pray that we shall find an outlet. The horses can carry two each at need, and if we put them to it they may outstrip the flood."
"Will your Highness not put on armor?" asked Puddleglum. "I don"t like the look of those those"-and he pointed down to the street. Everyone looked down. Dozens of creatures (and now that they were close, they obviously were Earthmen) were coming up from the direction of the harbor. But they were not moving like an aimless crowd. They behaved like modern soldiers in an attack, making rushes and taking cover, anxious not to be seen from the castle windows.
"I dare not see the inside of that armor again," said the Prince. "I rode in it as in a movable dungeon, and it stinks of magic and slavery. But I will take the shield."
He left the room and returned with a strange light in his eyes a moment later.
"Look, friends," he said, holding out the shield toward them. "An hour ago it was black and without device; and now, this." The shield had turned bright as silver, and on it, redder than blood or cherries, was the figure of the Lion.
"Doubtless," said the Prince, "this signifies that Aslan will be our good lord, whether he means us to live or die. And all"s one, for that. Now, by my counsel, we shall all kneel and kiss his likeness, and then all shake hands one with another, as true friends that may shortly be parted. And then, let us descend into the city and take the adventure that is sent us."
And they all did as the Prince had said. But when Scrubb shook hands with Jill, he said, "So long, Jill. Sorry I"ve been a funk and so ratty. I hope you get safe home," and Jill said, "So long, Eustace. And I"m sorry I"ve been such a pig." And this was the first time they had ever used Christian names, because one didn"t do it at school.
The Prince unlocked the door and they all went down the stairs: three of them with drawn swords, and Jill with drawn knife. The attendants had vanished and the great room at the foot of the Prince"s stairs was empty. The gray, doleful lamps were still burning and by their light they had no difficulty in pa.s.sing gallery after gallery and descending stairway after stairway. The noises from outside the castle were not so easily heard here as they had been in the room above. Inside the house all was still as death, and deserted. It was as they turned a corner into the great hall on the ground floor that they met their first Earthman-a fat, whitish creature with a very piglike face who was gobbling up all the remains of food on the tables. It squealed (the squeal also was very like a pig"s) and darted under a bench, whisking its long tail out of Puddleglum"s reach in the nick of time. Then it rushed away through the far door too quickly to be followed.
From the hall they came out into the courtyard. Jill, who went to a riding school in the holidays, had just noticed the smell of a stable (a very nice, honest, homely smell it is to meet in a place like Underland) when Eustace said, "Great Scott! Look at that!" A magnificent rocket had risen from somewhere beyond the castle walls and broken into green stars.
"Fireworks!" said Jill in a puzzled voice.
"Yes," said Eustace, "but you can"t imagine those Earth people letting them off for fun! It must be a signal."
"And means no good to us, I"ll be bound," said Puddleglum.
"Friends," said the Prince, "when once a man is launched on such an adventure as this, he must bid farewell to hopes and fears, otherwise death or deliverance will both come too late to save his honor and his reason. Ho, my beauties" (he was now opening the stable door). "Hey cousins! Steady, Coalblack! Softly now, Snowflake! You are not forgotten."
The horses were both frightened by the strange lights and the noises. Jill, who had been so cowardly about going through a black hole between one cave and another, went in without fear between the stamping and snorting beasts, and she and the Prince had them saddled and bridled in a few minutes. Very fine they looked as they came out into the courtyard, tossing their heads. Jill mounted Snowflake, and Puddleglum got up behind her. Eustace got up behind the Prince on Coalblack. Then with a great echo of hoofs, they rode out of the main gateway into the street.
"Not much danger of being burnt. That"s the bright side of it," observed Puddleglum, pointing to their right. There, hardly a hundred yards away, lapping against the walls of the houses, was water.
"Courage!" said the Prince. "The road there goes down steeply. That water has climbed only half up the greatest hill of the city. It might come so near in the first half-hour and come no nearer in the next two. My fear is more of that-" and he pointed with his sword to a great tall Earthman with boar"s tusks, followed by six others of a.s.sorted shapes and sizes who had just dashed out of a side street and stepped into the shadow of the houses where no one could see them.
The Prince led them, aiming always in the direction of the glowing red light but a little to the left of it. His plan was to get round the fire (if it was a fire) on to high ground, in hopes that they might find their way to the new diggings. Unlike the other three, he seemed to be almost enjoying himself. He whistled as he rode, and sang s.n.a.t.c.hes of an old song about Corin Thunder-fist of Archenland. The truth is, he was so glad at being free from his long enchantment that all dangers seemed a game in comparison. But the rest found it an eerie journey.
Behind them was the sound of clashing and entangled ships, and the rumble of collapsing buildings. Overhead was the great patch of lurid light on the roof of the Underworld. Ahead was the mysterious glow, which did not seem to grow any bigger. From the same direction came the continual hubbub of shouts, screams, cat-calls, laughter, squeals, and bellowings; and fireworks of all sorts rose in the dark air. No one could guess what they meant. Nearer to them, the city was partly lit up by the red glow, and partly by the very different light of the dreary Gnome lamps. But there were many places where neither of these lights fell, and those places were jet-black. And in and out of those places the shapes of Earthmen were darting and slipping all the time, always with their eyes fixed on the travelers, always trying to keep out of sight themselves. There were big and little faces, huge eyes like fishes" eyes and little eyes like bears". There were feathers and bristles, horns and tusks, noses like whipcord and chins so long that they looked like beards. Every now and then a group of them would get too big or come too near. Then the Prince would brandish his sword and make a show of charging them. And the creatures, with all manner of hootings, squeakings, and cluckings, would dive away into the darkness.
But when they had climbed many steep streets and were far away from the flood, and almost out of the town on the inland side, it began to be more serious. They were now close to the red glow and nearly on a level with it, though they still could not see what it really was. But by its light they could see their enemies more clearly. Hundreds-perhaps a few thousands-of gnomes were all moving toward it. But they were doing so in short rushes, and whenever they stopped, they turned and faced the travelers.
"If your Highness asked me," said Puddleglum, "I"d say those fellows were meaning to cut us off in front."
"That was my thought too, Puddleglum," said the Prince. "And we can never fight our way through so many. Hark you! Let us ride forth close by the edge of yonder house. And even as we reach it, do you slip off into its shadow. The Lady and I will go forward a few paces. Some of these devils will follow us, I doubt not; they are thick behind us. Do you, who have long arms, take one alive if you may, as it pa.s.ses your ambush. We may get a true tale of it or learn what is their quarrel against us."
"But won"t the others all come rushing at us to rescue the one we catch," said Jill in a voice not so steady as she tried to make it.
"Then, Madam," said the Prince, "you shall see us die fighting around you, and you must commend yourself to the Lion. Now, good Puddleglum."
The Marsh-wiggle slipped off into the shadow as quickly as a cat. The others, for a sickening minute or so, went forward at a walk. Then suddenly from behind them there broke out a series of blood-curdling screams, mixed with the familiar voice of Puddleglum, saying, "Now then! Don"t cry out before you"re hurt, or you will will be hurt, see? Anyone would think it was a pig being killed." be hurt, see? Anyone would think it was a pig being killed."
"That was good hunting," exclaimed the Prince, immediately turning Coalblack and coming back to the corner of the house. "Eustace," he said, "of your courtesy, take Coalblack"s head." Then he dismounted, and all three gazed in silence while Puddleglum pulled his catch out into the light. It was a most miserable little gnome, only about three feet long. It had a sort of ridge, like a c.o.c.k"s comb (only hard), on the top of its head, little pink eyes, and a mouth and chin so large and round that its face looked like that of a pigmy hippopotamus. If they had not been in such a tight place, they would have burst into laughter at the sight of it.
"Now, Earthman," said the Prince, standing over it and holding his sword point very near the prisoner"s neck, "speak, up, like an honest gnome, and you shall go free. Play the knave with us, and you are but a dead Earthman. Good Puddleglum, how can it speak while you hold its mouth tight shut?"
"No, and it can"t bite either," said Puddleglum. "If I had the silly soft hands you humans have (saving your Highness"s reverence) I"d have been all over blood by now. Yet even a Marsh-wiggle gets tired of being chewed."
"Sirrah," said the Prince to the gnome, "one bite and you die. Let its mouth open, Puddleglum."
"Oo-ee-ee," squealed the Earthman, "let me go, let me go. It isn"t me. I didn"t do it."
"Didn"t do what?" asked Puddleglum.
"Whatever your Honors say I did did do," answered the creature. do," answered the creature.
"Tell me your name," said the Prince, "and what you Earthmen are all about today."
"Oh please, your Honors, please, kind gentlemen," whimpered the gnome. "Promise you will not tell the Queen"s grace anything I say."
"The Queen"s grace, as you call her," said the Prince sternly, "is dead. I killed her myself."
"What!" cried the gnome, opening its ridiculous mouth wider and wider in astonishment. "Dead? The Witch dead? And by your Honor"s hand?" It gave a huge sigh of relief and added, "Why then your Honor is a friend!"
The Prince withdrew his sword an inch or so. Puddleglum let the creature sit up. It looked round on the four travelers with its twinkling, red eyes, chuckled once or twice, and began.
Fourteen
THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD
"MY NAME IS GOLG," SAID THE GNOME. "And I"ll tell your Honors all I know. About an hour ago we were all going about our work-her work, I should say-sad and silent, same as we"ve done any other day for years and years. Then came a great crash and bang. As soon as they heard it, everyone says to himself, I haven"t had a song or a dance or let off a squib for a long time; why"s that? And everyone thinks to himself, Why, I must have been enchanted. And then everyone says to himself, I"m blessed if I know why I"m carrying this load, and I"m not going to carry it any farther: that"s that. And down we all throw our sacks and bundles and tools. Then everyone turns and sees the great red glow over yonder. And everyone says to himself, What"s that? And everyone answers himself and says, There"s a crack or chasm split open and a nice warm glow coming up through it from the Really Deep Land, a thousand fathom under us." work, I should say-sad and silent, same as we"ve done any other day for years and years. Then came a great crash and bang. As soon as they heard it, everyone says to himself, I haven"t had a song or a dance or let off a squib for a long time; why"s that? And everyone thinks to himself, Why, I must have been enchanted. And then everyone says to himself, I"m blessed if I know why I"m carrying this load, and I"m not going to carry it any farther: that"s that. And down we all throw our sacks and bundles and tools. Then everyone turns and sees the great red glow over yonder. And everyone says to himself, What"s that? And everyone answers himself and says, There"s a crack or chasm split open and a nice warm glow coming up through it from the Really Deep Land, a thousand fathom under us."
"Great Scott," exclaimed Eustace, "are there other lands still lower down?"
"Oh yes, your Honor," said Golg. "Lovely places; what we call the Land of Bism. This country where we are now, the Witch"s country, is what we we call the Shallow Lands. It"s a good deal too near the surface to suit us. Ugh! You might almost as well be living outside, on the surface itself. You see, we"re all poor gnomes from Bism whom the Witch has called up here by magic to work for her. But we"d forgotten all about it till that crash came and the spell broke. We didn"t know who we were or where we belonged. We couldn"t do anything, or think anything, except what she put into our heads. And it was glum and gloomy things she put there all those years. I"ve nearly forgotten how to make a joke or dance a jig. But the moment the bang came and the chasm opened and the sea began rising, it all came back. And of course we all set off as quick as we could to get down the crack and home to our own place. And you can see them over there all letting off rockets and standing on their heads for joy. And I"ll be very obliged to your Honors if you"ll soon let me go and join in." call the Shallow Lands. It"s a good deal too near the surface to suit us. Ugh! You might almost as well be living outside, on the surface itself. You see, we"re all poor gnomes from Bism whom the Witch has called up here by magic to work for her. But we"d forgotten all about it till that crash came and the spell broke. We didn"t know who we were or where we belonged. We couldn"t do anything, or think anything, except what she put into our heads. And it was glum and gloomy things she put there all those years. I"ve nearly forgotten how to make a joke or dance a jig. But the moment the bang came and the chasm opened and the sea began rising, it all came back. And of course we all set off as quick as we could to get down the crack and home to our own place. And you can see them over there all letting off rockets and standing on their heads for joy. And I"ll be very obliged to your Honors if you"ll soon let me go and join in."
"I think this is simply splendid," said Jill. "I"m so glad we freed the gnomes as well as ourselves when we cut off the Witch"s head! And I"m so glad they aren"t really horrid and gloomy any more than the Prince really was-well, what he seemed like."
"That"s all very well, Pole," said Puddleglum cautiously. "But those gnomes didn"t look to me like chaps who were just running away. It looked more like military formations, if you ask me. Do you look me in the face, Mr. Golg, and tell me you weren"t preparing for battle?"
"Of course we were, your Honor," said Golg. "You see, we didn"t know the Witch was dead. We thought she"d be watching from the castle. We were trying to slip away without being seen. And then when you four came out with swords and horses, of course everyone says to himself, Here it comes: not knowing that his Honor wasn"t on the Witch"s side. And we were determined to fight like anything rather than give up the hope of going back to Bism."
"I"ll be sworn "tis an honest gnome," said the Prince. "Let go of it, friend Puddleglum. As for me, good Golg, I have been enchanted like you and your fellows, and have but newly remembered myself. And now, one question more. Do you know the way to those new diggings, by which the sorceress meant to lead out an army against Overland?"
"Ee-ee-ee!" squeaked Golg. "Yes, I know that terrible road. I will show you where it begins. But it is no manner of use your Honor asking me to go with you on it. I"ll die rather."
"Why?" asked Eustace anxiously. "What"s so dreadful about it?"
"Too near the top, the outside," said Golg, shuddering. "That was the worst thing the Witch did to us. We were going to be led out into the open-into the outside of the world. They say there"s no roof at all there; only a horrible, great emptiness called the sky. And the diggings have gone so far that a few strokes of the pick would bring you out to it. I wouldn"t dare go near them."
"Hurrah! Now you"re talking!" cried Eustace, and Jill said, "But it"s not horrid at all up there. We like it. We live there."
"I know you Overlanders live there," said Golg. "But I thought it was because you couldn"t find your way down inside. You can"t really like like it-crawling about like flies on top of the world!" it-crawling about like flies on top of the world!"
"What about showing us the road at once?" said Puddleglum.
"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 cart-wheels, standing on their heads, playing leap-frog, 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.
In this way they came to the edge of the chasm. It was about a thousand feet long and perhaps two hundred wide. They dismounted from their horses and came to the edge, and looked down into it. A strong heat smote up into their faces, mixed with a smell which was quite unlike any they had ever smelled. It was rich, sharp, exciting, and made you sneeze. The depth of the chasm was so bright that at first it dazzled their eyes and they could see nothing. When they got used to it they thought they could make out a river of fire, and, on the banks of that river, what seemed to be fields and groves of an unbearable, hot brilliance-though they were dim compared with the river. There were blues, reds, greens, and whites all jumbled together: a very good stained-gla.s.s window with the tropical sun staring straight through it at midday might have something of the same effect. Down the rugged sides of the chasm, looking black like flies against all that fiery light, hundreds of Earthmen were climbing.
"Your Honors," said Golg (and when they turned to look at him they could see nothing but blackness for a few minutes, their eyes were so dazzled). "Your Honors, why don"t you come down to Bism? You"d be happier there than in that cold, unprotected, naked country out on top. Or at least come down for a short visit."
Jill took it for granted that none of the others would listen to such an idea for a moment. To her horror she heard the Prince saying: "Truly, friend Golg, I have half a mind to come down with you. For this is a marvelous adventure, and it may be no mortal man has ever looked into Bism before or will ever have the chance again. And I know not how, as the years pa.s.s, I shall bear to remember that it was once in my power to have probed the uttermost pit of the Earth and that I forbore. But could a man live there? You do not swim in the fire-river itself?"
"Oh no, your Honor. Not we. It"s only salamanders live in the fire itself."
"What kind of beast is your salamander?" asked the Prince.
"It is hard to tell their kind, your Honor," said Golg. "For they are too white-hot to look at. But they are most like small dragons. They speak to us out of the fire. They are wonderfully clever with their tongues: very witty and eloquent."
Jill glanced hastily at Eustace. She had felt sure that he would like the idea of sliding down that chasm even less than she did. Her heart sank as she saw that his face was quite changed. He looked much more like the Prince than like the old Scrubb at Experiment House. For all his adventures, and the days when he had sailed with King Caspian, were coming back to him.
"Your Highness," he said. "If my old friend Reepicheep the Mouse were here, he would say we could not now refuse the adventures of Bism without a great impeachment to our honor."
"Down there," said Golg, "I could show you real gold, real silver, real diamonds."
"Bosh!" said Jill rudely. "As if we didn"t know that we"re below the deepest mines even here."
"Yes," said Golg. "I have heard of those little scratches in the crust that you Topdwellers call mines. But that"s where you get dead gold, dead silver, dead gems. Down in Bism we have them alive and growing. There I"ll pick you bunches of rubies that you can eat and squeeze you a cupful of diamond juice. You won"t care much about fingering the cold, dead treasures of your shallow mines after you have tasted the live ones in Bism."
"My father went to the world"s end," said Rilian thoughtfully. "It would be a marvelous thing if his son went to the bottom of the world."
"If your Highness wants to see your father while he"s still alive, which I think he"d prefer," said Puddleglum, "it"s about time we were getting onto that road to the diggings."
"And I won"t go down that hole, whatever anyone says," added Jill.
"Why, if your Honors are really set to go back to Overworld," said Golg, "there is is one bit of the road that"s rather lower than this. And perhaps, if that flood"s still rising-" one bit of the road that"s rather lower than this. And perhaps, if that flood"s still rising-"
"Oh, do, do, do come on! on!" begged Jill.
"I fear it must be so," said the Prince with a deep sigh. "But I have left half of my heart in the land of Bism."
"Please!" begged Jill.
"Where is the road?" asked Puddleglum.
"There are lamps all the way," said Golg. "Your Honor can see the beginning of the road on the far side of the chasm."
"How long will the lamps burn for?" asked Puddleglum.