From which it is plain that some great king of the ancient iants， who lies buried there， caused this boast to be cut the stone over his sepulchre； though the breaking upf some stones， and the carrying away of others for new uildings， and the filling up of the cuts with rubble， has left nly two words that can still be read. Is it not the merriest st in the world that you should have thought they were ritten to you？”
This was like cold water down the back to Scrubb and ll； for it seemed to them very likely that the words hadnothing to do with their quest at all， and that they had been taken in by a mere accident.
“Don’t you mind him，” said Puddleglum. “There are no accidents. Our guide is Aslan； and he was there when the giant King caused the letters to be cut， and he knew already all things that would come of them； including this.”
“This guide of yours must be a long liver， friend，” said the Knight with another of his laughs.
Jill began to find them a little irritating.
“And it seems to me， Sir，” answered Puddleglum， “that this Lady of yours must be a long liver too， if she remembers the verse as it was when they first cut it.”
