“Whataboutthat? ” saidScrubbsuddenly, —, too! Itwasahuge, singlearchthatspannedthegorgefromcliff-toptocliff-top; andthecrownofthatarchwasashighabovethecliff-topsasthedomeofStPaul'sisabovethestreet.
“Why, itmustbeagiants' bridge! ” saidJill.
“Orasorcerer's, morelikely, ” saidPuddleglum.“We'''llturnintomistandmeltawayjustwhenwe'reoutonthemiddleofit.”
“Oh, forgoodness' sake, don'tbesuchawetblanket, ” saidScrubb.“Whyonearthshouldn'titbeaproperbridge? ”
“Doyouthinkanyofthegiantswe'veseenwouldhavesensetobuildathinglikethat? ” saidPuddleglum.
“Butmightn'tithavebeenbuiltbyothergiants? ” saidJill.“Imean, bygiantswholivedhundredsofyearsago, '—theoldbridgeleadingtotheoldcity! ”
“That'sarealbrain-wave, Pole, ” saidScrubb.“.”
, , , ofwhichsometracesremained;moulderingfacesandformsofgiants, minotaurs, squids, centipedes, 'ttrustit, butheconsentedtocrossitwiththechildren.
, , thecolderitgrew, .
Whentheyreachedthetopandcouldlookdownthefartherslopeofthebridge, -uphumansize.
“, ” saidPuddleglum.“Anyoneyoumeetinaplacelikethisisaslikelyasnottobeanenemy, butwemustn'tletthemthinkwe'reafraid.”
Bythetimetheyhadsteppedofftheendofthebridgeontothegrass, ; therewasnodeviceonhisshieldandnobanneretonhisspear.
Theotherwasaladyonawhitehorse, , whorodeside-saddleandworealong, flutteringdressofdazzlinggreen, waslovelierstill.
“Goodday, t-r-r-avellers, ” shecriedoutinavoiceassweetasthesweetestbird'ssong, trillingherR'sdelightfully.“Someofyouareyoungpilgrimstowalkthisroughwaste.”
