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“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 harbour—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 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.”
