CHAPTER TEN
TRA一VELS WITHOUT THE SUN
“WHO’s there ？ ”shouted the three tra一vellers.
“I am the Warden of the Marches of Underland，and with me stand a hundred Earthmen in arms,”came the reply. “Tell me quickly who you are and what is your errand in the Deep Realm ？”
“We fell down by accident,”said Puddleglum，truthfully enough.
“Many fall down，and few return to the sunlit lands,”said the voice. “Make ready now to come with me to the Queen of the Deep Realm.”
“What does she want with us ？”asked Scrubb cautiously.
“I do not know,”said the voice. “Her will is not to be questioned but obeyed.”
While he said these words there was a noise like a soft explosion and immediately a cold light，grey with a little blue in it，flooded the ca一vern. All hope that the speaker had been idly boasting when he spoke of his hundred armed followers died at once. Jill found herself blinking and staring at a dense crowd. They were of all sizes，from little gnomes barely a foot high to stately figures taller than men. All carried three-pronged spears in their hands，and all were dreadfully pale，and all stood as still as statues. Apart from that，they were very different；some had tails and others not，some wore great beards and others had very round，smooth faces，big as pumpkins. There were long，pointed noses，and long，soft noses like small trunks，and great blobby noses. Several had single horns in the middle of their foreheads. But in one respect they were all alike：every face in the whole hundred was as sad as a face could be. They were so sad that，after the first glance，Jill almost forgot to be afraid of them. She felt she would like to cheer them up.
“Well ！ ”said Puddleglum，rubbing his hands. “This is just what I needed. If these chaps don’t teach me to take a serious view of life，I don’t know what will. Look at that fellow with the walrus moustache—or that one with the—”
“Get up,”said the leader of the Earthmen.
There was nothing else to be done. The three tra一vellers scrambled to their feet and joined hands. One wanted the touch of a friend’s hand at a moment like that. And the Earthmen came all round them，padding on large，soft feet，on which some had ten toes，some twelve，and others none.
“March,”said the Warden：and march they did.
The cold light came from a large ball on the top of a long pole，and the tallest of the gnomes carried this at the head of the procession. By its cheerless rays they could see that they were in a natural ca一vern；the walls and roof were knobbed，twisted，and gashed into a thousand fantastic shapes，and the stony floor sloped downward as they proceeded. It was worse for Jill than for the others，because she hated dark，underground places. And when， as they went on，the ca一ve got lower and narrower，and when， at last，the light-bearer stood aside，and the gnomes，one by one， stooped down（all except the very smallest ones）and stepped into a little dark crack and disappeared，she felt she could bear it no longer.
“I can’t go in there，I can’t ！ I can’t ！ I won’t,”she panted. The Earthmen said nothing but they all lowered their spears and pointed them at her.
“Steady，Pole,”said Puddleglum. “Those big fellows wouldn’t be crawling in there if it didn’t get wider later on. And there’s one thing about this underground work，we shan’t get any rain.”
“Oh，you don’t understand. I can’t,”wailed Jill.
“Think how 1 felt on that cliff，Pole,”said Scrubb. “You go first，Puddleglum，and I’ll come after her.”
“That’s right,”said the Marsh-wiggle，getting down on his hands and knees. “You keep a grip of my heels，Pole，and Scrubb will hold on to yours. Then we’ll all be comfortable.”
“Comfortable ！ ”said Jill. But she got down and they crawled in on their elbows. It was a nasty place. You had to go flat on your face for what seemed like half an hour，though it may really ha一ve been only five minutes. It was hot. Jill felt she was being smothered. But at last a dim light showed ahead，the tunnel grew wider and higher，and they came out，hot，dirty，and shaken， into a ca一ve so large that it scarcely seemed like a ca一ve at all.
It was full of a dim，drowsy radiance，so that here they had no need of the Earthmen’s strange lantern. The floor was soft with some kind of moss and out of this grew many strange shapes， branched and tall like trees，but flabby like mushrooms. They stood too far apart to make a forest；it was more like a park. The light（a greenish grey）seemed to come both from them and from the moss，and it was not strong enough to reach the roof of the ca一ve，which must ha一ve been a long way overhead. Across the mild，soft，sleepy place they were now made to march. It was very sad，but with a quiet sort of sadness，like soft music.
Here they passed dozens of strange animals lying on the turf， either dead or asleep，Jill could not tell which. These were mostly of a dragonish or bat-like sort；Puddleglum did not know what any of them were.
“Do they grow here ？”Scrubb asked the Warden. He seemed very surprised at being spoken to，but replied，“No. They are all beasts that ha一ve found their way down by chasms and ca一ves，out of Overland into the Deep Realm. Many come down，and few return to the sunlit lands. It is said that they will all wake at the end of the world.”
His mouth shut like a box when he had said this，and in the great silence of that ca一ve the children felt that they would not dare to speak again. The bare feet of the gnomes，padding on the deep moss，made no sound. There was no wind，there were no birds， there was no sound of water. There was no sound of breathing from the strange beasts.
When they had walked for several miles，they came to a wall of rock，and in it a low archway leading into another ca一vern. It was not，however，so bad as the last entrance and Jill could go through it without bending her head. It brought them into a smaller ca一ve，long and narrow，about the shape and size of a cathedral. And here，filling almost the whole length of it，lay an enormous man fast asleep. He was far bigger than any of the giants，and his face was not like a giant’s，but noble and beautiful. His breast rose and fell gently under the snowy beard which covered him to the waist. A pure，silver light（no one saw where it came from）rested upon him.
“Who’s that ？ ”asked Puddleglum. And it was so long since anyone had spoken，that Jill wondered how he had the nerve.
“That is old Father Time，who once was a King in Overland,” said the Warden. “And now he has sunk down into the Deep Realm and lies dreaming of all the things that are done in the upper world. Many sink down，and few return to the sunlit lands. They say he will wake at the end of the world.”
And out of that ca一ve they passed into another，and then into another and another，and so on till Jill lost count，but always they were going downhill and each ca一ve was lower than the last， till the very thought of the weight and depth of the earth above you was suffocating. At last they came to a place where the Warden commanded his cheerless lantern to be lit again. Then they passed into a ca一ve so wide and dark that they could see nothing of it except that right in front of them a strip of the pale sand ran down into still water. And there，beside a little jetty，lay a ship without mast or sail but with many oars. They were made to go on board her and nearer；but there was not a song or a shout or a bell or the rattle of a wheel anywhere. The City was as quiet，and nearly as dark，as the inside of an ant-hill.
At last their ship was brought alongside a quay and made fast. The three tra一vellers were taken ashore and marched up into the City. Crowds of Earthmen，no two alike，rubbed shoulders with them in the crowded streets，and the sad light fell on many sad and grotesque faces. But no one showed any interest in the strangers. Every gnome seemed to be as busy as it was sad，though Jill never found what they were so busy about. But the endless moving， shoving，hurrying，and the soft pad-pad-pad went on.
At last they came to what appeared to be a great castle，though few of the windows in it were lighted. Here they were taken in and made to cross a courtyard，and to climb many staircases. This brought them in the end to a great murkily lit hall. But in one corner of it—oh joy ！—there was an archway filled with a quite different sort of light；the honest，yellowish，warm light of such a lamp as humans use. What showed by this light inside the archway was the foot of a staircase which wound upward between walls of stone. The light seemed to come from the top. Two Earthmen stood one on each side of the arch like sentries，or footmen.
The Warden went up to these two，and said，as if it were a password：
“Many sink down to the Underworld.”
“And few return to the sunlit lands,”they answered，as if it were the countersign. Then all three put their heads together and talked. At last one of the two gnomes-in-waiting said，“I tell you the Queen’s grace is gone from hence on her great affair. We had best keep these top dwellers in strait prison till her homecoming. Few return to the sunlit lands.”
At that moment the conversation was interrupted by what seemed to Jill the most delightful noise in the world. It came from above，from the top of the staircase；and it was a clear，ringing， perfectly human voice，the voice of a young man.
“What coil are you keeping down there，Mullugutherum ？” it shouted. “Overworlders，ha ！ Bring them up to me，and that presently.”
“Please it your Highness to remember,”began Mullugutherum，but the voice cut him short.
“It pleases my Highness principally to be obeyed，old mutterer. Bring them up,”it called.
Mullugutherum shook his head，motioned to the tra一vellers to follow and began going up the staircase. At every step the light increased. There were rich tapestries hanging on the walls. The lamplight shone golden through thin curtains at the staircase-head. The Earthmen parted the curtains and stood aside. The three passed in. They were in a beautiful room，richly tapestried，with a bright fire on a clean hearth，and red wine and cut glass sparkling on the table. A young man with fair hair rose to greet them. He was handsome and looked both bold and kind，though there was something about his face that didn’t seem quite right. He was dressed in black and altogether looked a little bit like Hamlet.
“Welcome，Overworlders,”he cried. “But stay a moment ！ I cry you mercy ！ I ha一ve seen you two fair children，and this，your strange governor，before. Was it not you three that met me by the bridge on the borders of Ettinsmoor when I rode there by my Lady’s side ？ ”
“Oh...you were the black knight who never spoke ？” exclaimed Jill.
“And was that lady the Queen of Underland ？”asked Puddleglum，in no very friendly voice. And Scrubb，who was thinking the same，burst out，“Because if it was，I think she was jolly mean to send us off to a castle of giants who intended to eat us. What harm had we ever done her，I should like to know ？”
“How ？”said the Black Knight with a frown. “If you were not so young a warrior，Boy，you and I must ha一ve fought to the death on this quarrel. I can hear no words against my Lady’s honour. But of this you may be assured，that whatever she said to you，she said of a good intent. You do not know her. She is a nosegay of all virtues，as truth，mercy，constancy，gentleness，courage，and the rest. I say what I know. Her kindness to me alone，who can in no way reward her，would make an admirable history. But you shall know and love her hereafter. Meanwhile，what is your errand in the Deep Lands ？”
And before Puddleglum could stop her，Jill blurted out，“Please we are trying to find Prince Rilian of Narnia.”And then she realized what a frightful risk she had taken；these people might be enemies. But the Knight showed no interest.
“Rilian ？ Narnia ？”he said carelessly. “Narnia ？ What land is that ？ I ha一ve never heard the name. It must be a thousand leagues from those parts of the Overworld that I know. But it was a strange fantasy that brought you seeking this—how do you call him ？—Billian ？ Trillian ？ in my Lady’s realm. Indeed，to my certain knowledge，there is no such man here.”He laughed very loudly at this，and Jill thought to herself，“I wonder is that what’s wrong with his face ？ Is he a bit silly ？”
“We had been told to look for a message on the stones of the City Ruinous,”said Scrubb. “And we saw the words UNDER ME.”
The Knight laughed even more heartily than before. “You were the more deceived,”he said“Those words meant nothing to your purpose. Had you but asked my Lady，she could ha一ve given you better counsel. For those words are all that is left of a longer script，which in ancient times，as she well remembers，expressed this verse：
Though under Earth and throneless now I be，Yet，while I lived，all Earth was under me.
From which it is plain that some great king of the ancient giants，who lies buried there，caused this boast to be cut in the stone over his sepulchre；though the breaking up of some stones， and the carrying away of others for new buildings，and the filling up of the cuts with rubble，has left only two words that can still be read. Is it not the merriest jest in the world that you should ha一ve thought they were written to you ？”
This was like cold water down the back to Scrubb and Jill；for it seemed to them very likely that the words had nothing 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.”
“Very shrewd，Frog-face,”said the Knight，clapping Puddleglum on the shoulder and laughing again. “And you ha一ve hit the truth. She is of divine race，and knows neither age nor death. I am the more thankful to her for all her infinite bounty to such a poor mortal wretch as I. For you must know，Sirs，I am a man under most strange afflictions，and none but the Queen’s grace would ha一ve had patience with me. Patience，said I ？ But it goes far beyond that. She has promised me a great kingdom in Overland， and，when I am king，her own most gracious hand in marriage. But the tale is too long for you to hear fasting and standing. Hi there，some of you ！ Bring wine and Updwellers’ food for my guests. Please you，be seated，gentlemen. Little maiden，sit in this chair. You shall hear it all.”