At last the roof was so low that Puddleglum and the Prince nocked their heads against it. The party dismounted and led he horses. The road was uneven here and one had to pick ne‘s steps with some care. That was how Jill noticed the rowing darkness. There was no doubt about it now. The ces of the others looked strange and ghastly in the green low. Then all at once （she couldn’t help it） Jill gave a little cream. One light， the next one ahead， went out altogether. he one behind them did the same. Then they were in bsolute darkness.
“Courage， friends，” came Prince Rilian‘s voice. “Whether e live or die Aslan will be our good lord.”
“That’s right， Sir，” said Puddleglum‘s voice. “And you ust always remember there’s one good thing about being apped down here： it‘ll save funeral expenses.”
Jill held her tongue. （If you don’t want other people to now how frightened you are， this is always a wise thing to o； it‘s your voice that gives you away.）“We might as well go on as stand here，” said Eustace； and hen she heard the tremble in his voice， Jill knew how wise he’d been not to trust her own.
