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JILL was asleep. Ever since the owls’ parliament began she had been yawning terribly and now she had dropped off. She was not at all pleased at being waked again，and at finding herself lying on bare boards in a dusty belfry sort of place，completely dark， and almost completely full of owls. She was even less pleased when she heard that they had to set off for somewhere else—and not， apparently，for bed—on the Owl’s back.
“Oh，come on，Pole，buck up,”said Scrubb’s voice. “After all，it is an adventure.”
“I’m sick of adventures,”said Jill crossly.
She did，however，consent to climb on to Glimfeather’s back，and was thoroughly waked up（for a while）by the unexpected coldness of the air when he flew out with her into the night. The moon had disappeared and there were no stars. Far behind her she could see a single lighted window well above the ground；doubtless，in one of the towers of Cair Paravel. It made her long to be back in that delightful bedroom，snug in bed， watching the firelight on the walls. She put her hands under her cloak and wrapped it tightly round her. It was uncanny to hear two voices in the dark air a little distance away；Scrubb and his owl were talking to one another. “He doesn’t sound tired,”thought Jill. She did not realize that he had been on great adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was bringing back to him a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King Caspian.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake，for she knew that if she dozed on Glimfeather’s back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls ended their flight，she climbed stiffly off Glimfeather and found herself on flat ground. A chilly wind was blowing and they appeared to be in a place without trees. “Tu-whoo，tu-whoo ！”Glimfeather was calling. “Wake up， Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the Lion’s business.”
For a long time there was no reply. Then，a long way off，a dim light appeared and began to come nearer. With it came a voice.
“Owls ahoy ！”it said. “What is it ？ Is the King dead ？ Has an enemy landed in Narnia ？ Is it a flood ？ Or dragons ？”
When the light reached them，it turned out to be that of a large lantern. She could see very little of the person who held it. He seemed to be all legs and arms. The owls were talking to him， explaining everything，but she was too tired to listen. She tried to wake herself up a bit when she realized that they were saying goodbye to her. But she could never afterwards remember much except that，sooner or later，she and Scrubb were stooping to enter a low doorway and then（oh，thank heavens）were lying down on something soft and warm，and a voice was saying：
“There you are. Best we can do. You’ll lie cold and hard. Damp too，I shouldn’t wonder. Won’t sleep a wink，most likely；even if there isn’t a thunderstorm or a flood or the wigwam doesn’t fall down on top of us all，as I’ve known them to do. Must make the best of it—”But she was fast asleep before the voice had ended.
When the children woke late next morning they found that they were lying，very dry and warm，on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular opening let in the daylight.
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