“Doesn'tanyoneknowwhereitis? ” askedScrubb.
“Idon'tknowaboutAnyone, ” saidPuddleglum.“AndIwon'tsayIhaven''tstartfromthefountain, ''swheretheRuinedCityis, ifit''vebeenasfarinthatdirectionasmostpeopleandInevergottoanyruins, soIwon'tdeceiveyou.”
“Where'sEttinsmoor? ” saidScrubb.
“Lookovertherenorthward, ” saidPuddleglum, pointingwithhispipe.“Seethosehillsandbitsofcliff? That''sariverbetweenitandus; , ofcourse.”
“Isupposewecanfordit, though, ” saidScrubb.
“Well, ithasbeenforded, ” admittedtheMarsh-wiggle.
“PerhapsweshallmeetpeopleonEttinsmoorwhocantellustheway, ” saidJill.
“You'rerightaboutmeetingpeople, ” saidPuddleglum.
“Whatsortofpeoplelivethere? ” sheasked.
“It'snotformetosaytheyaren'tallrightintheirownway, ”answeredPuddleglum.“Ifyouliketheirway.”
“Yes, butwhatarethey? ” pressedJill.“, aretheyanimals, orbirds, ordwarfs, orwhat? ”
TheMarsh-wigglegavealongwhistle.“Phew! ” hesaid.“Don'tyouknow? 'regiants.”
, 'sface, whichhadturnedrathergreen, andthoughttoherself, “Ibethe'sinaworsefunkthanIam.” Thatmadeherfeelbraver.
“TheKingtoldmelongago, ” saidScrubb—“thattimewhenIwaswithhimatsea-thathe'djollywellbeatenthosegiantsinwarandmadethempayhimtribute.”
“That'strueenough, ” saidPuddleglum.“They', theywon', ontheMoor—Still, there''tgetnearanyofthem, andifnoneofthemforgetthemselves, andifwe'renotseen, it'sjustpossiblewemightgetalongway.”
