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CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE DISAPPEARANCE OF JILL（第1页）

CHAPTERFIFTEENTHEDISAPPEARANCEOFJILL

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&choflightdidnotshowupanythingdowninthedarkheywerestaherslyhear，notsee，Jill'seffetontle'sback.Thatis，theyheardhimsaying，“Youputyerinmyeye，”

and，“Noryourfootinmymoutheither，”

and，“That'smorelikeit，”

and，“Now，I'llholds.That'llleaveyourarmsfreetosteadyyaih.”

&heylookedupandsooheblackshapeofJill'sheadagaichoflight.

&heyallshoutedupanxiously.

“It'sahole，”

calledJill'svoice.“IcouldgetthroughitifIwasalittlebithigher.”

“Whatdoyhit?”

askedEustace.

“Nothi，”

saidJill.“Isay，Puddleglum，letgomylegssothatIdonyourshouldersitingonthem.Isteadymyselfallrightagainsttheedge.”

Theycouldhearhermovingandthenmueintosightagainstthegrayheopening;infactallofherdow.

“Isay—”

beganJill，butsuddehaotasharporeasifhermouthhadbeenmuffleduporhadsomethi.Afterthatshefoundhervoidseemedtobeshoutingoutasloudasshecould，butthey'thearthewords.Twothingsthehesamemomechoflightletelyblockedupforasedorso;ahasg，strugglingsoundandthevoiarsh-ing:“Quick!Help!Holds.

Someone'spullihere!e!”

Theopening，andthecoldlightwhichfilledit，werelyclearagain.Jillhadvanished.

“Jill!Jill!”

theyshoutedfrantically，butthere>

“Whythedis'tyouhaveheldherfeet?”

saidEustace.

“Idon'tknroanedPuddleglum.“Bor，Ishouldn'twoedtobePole'sdeath，justasIwasfatedtoeatTalkingStagatHarfang.Notthatitisn'tmyownfaultaswell，ofcourse.”

“Thisisthegreatestshameandsorrowthatcouldhavefallenonus，”

saidthePrince.“Wehaveseothehandsofeayedbehiy.”

“Don'tpaintittooblack，Sir，”

saidPuddleglum.“We'renotverysafeexceptfordeathbystarvationinthishole.”

“IwonderamIsmallenoughthwhereJilldid?”

saidEustace.

WhathadreallyhappeoJillwasthis.Assooherheadoutoftheholeshefoundthatshewaslookingdownasiffromanupstairswindow，notupasifthroughatrap-door.Shehadbeensolohathereyes'tatfirsttakeinwhattheywereseeishewasnotlooki，sunnyworldwhichshesowaheairseemedtobedeadlydthelightaleaherewasalsoagooddealofnoisegoingonandalotofwhiteobjegaboutiwasatthatmomentthatshehadshouteddowntoPuddleglumtoletherstanduponhisshoulders.

Whenshehaddohis，shecouldseeandhearagooddealbetter.Thenoisesshehadbeeurobeoftwokihmicalthumpofseveralfeet，andthemusicoffourfiddles，threeflutes，andadrum.Shealsogotherownpositionclear.Shewaslookingoutofaholeinasteepbankwhichslopeddowhelevelaboutfourteebelowher.Everythie.Alotofpeabout.Thenshegasped!ThepeopleweretrimlittleFauns，andDryadswithleafedhairfloatihem.Forasedtheylookedasiftheyweremovinganyhow;thetheywerereallydoingadanplicatedstepsatookyousometimetou.Thenitcameoverherlikeathuhatthepale，bluelightwasreallymoonlight，auffonthegroundwasreallysnow.Andofcourse!Therewerethestarsstaringinablackfrostyskyoverhead.Aallblagsbehindthedaheyhadnotonlygotoutintotheupperworldatlast，buthadeoutiofNarnia.Jillfeltshecouldhavefaihdelight;ahewildmusiselysweetaheleastbiteerietoo，andfullofgoodmagicastheWitch&#hadbeenfullofbadmagic—madeherfeelitallthemore.

Allthistakesaloell，butofcourseittookaveryshorttimetosee.Jillturatodowhers，“Isay!It'sallright.We'reout，andwe'rehome.”

Butthereasofurtherthan“Isay”

wasthis.groundandroundthedancerswasaringofDwarfs，alldressediostlyscarletwithfur-linedhoodsaasselsandbigfurrytop-boots.Astheycirdtheywerealldiligentlythrowingsnowballs.（ThosewerethewhitethingsthatJillhadseenflyingthroughtheair.）Theyweren&#thematthedancersassillyboysmighthavebeendoiheywerethrowihroughthedansuchperfecttimewiththemusidwithsuchperfectaimthatifallthedalytherightplacesatexactlytherightmoments，noonewouldbehit.ThisiscalledtheGreatSisdoneeveryyearinNarmoonlithereissnowontheground.Ofcourseitisakindofgameaswellasadance，becauseeverynowandthensomedancerwillbetheleastlittlebitwroasnowballiheneveryonelaughs.Butagoodteamofdancers，Dwarfs，andmusiswillkeepitupforhourswithoutasi.Oswhenthedthedrum-taps，aingoftheowls，andthemoonlight，havegotintotheirwild，woodlandbloodaeveheywilldailldaybreak.Iwishyoucouldseeitforyourselves.

edJillwheasfarasthesayof“Isay”

wasofplyafinebigsnowballthatcamesailingthroughthedanaDwarfonthefarsideandgotherfairahemouth.Shedidn'timiysnowballswouldnothavedampedherspiritsatthatmoment.Buthoyy，you'ttalkwithyourmouthfullofsnow.Aersiderablespluttering，shecouldspeakagaiefotithattheothers，downinthedark，behiilldidn'tknowthegoodnews.Shesimplyleanedasfaroutoftheholeasshedyelledtothedancers.

“Help!Help!We'reburiedinthehill.eanddigusout.”