The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Son of Adam and Daughter of Eve, hey?" said the Dwarf. But people at Experiment
House haven't heard of Adam and Eve, so Jill and Eustace couldn't answer this. But the
Dwarf didn't seem to notice.
"Well, my dears," he said, taking first one and then the other by the hand and bowing his
head a little. "You are very heartily welcome. If the good King, my poor Master, had not
this very hour set sail for Seven Isles, he would have been glad of your coming. It would
have brought back his youth to him for a moment - for a moment. And now, it is high
time for supper. You shall tell me your business in full council tomorrow morning.
Master Glimfeather, see that bedchambers and suitable clothes and all else are provided
for these guests in the most honourable fashion. And - Glimfeather - in your ear -"
Here the Dwarf put his mouth close to the Owl's head and, no doubt, intended to whisper:
but, like other deaf people, he wasn't a very good judge of his own voice, and both
children heard him say, "See that they're properly washed."
After that, the Dwarf touched up his donkey and it set off towards the castle at something
between a trot and a waddle (it was a very fat little beast), while the Faun, the Owl, and
the children followed at a rather slower pace. The sun had set and the air was growing
cool.
They went across the lawn and then through an orchard and so to the North Gate of Cair
Paravel, which stood wide open. Inside, they found a grassy courtyard. Lights were
already showing from the windows of the great hall on their right and from a more
complicated mass of buildings straight ahead. Into these the Owl led them, and there a
most delightful person was called to look after Jill. She was not much taller than Jill
herself, and a good deal slenderer, but obviously full grown, graceful as a willow, and her
hair was willowy too, and there seemed to be moss in it. She brought Jill to a round room
in one of the turrets, where there was a little bath sunk in the floor and a fire of sweetsmelling
woods burning on the flat hearth and a lamp hanging by a silver chain from the
vaulted roof. The window looked west into the strange land of Narnia, and Jill saw the
red remains of the sunset still glowing behind distant mountains. It made her long for
more adventures and feel sure that this was only the beginning.
When she had had her bath, and brushed her hair, and put on the clothes that had been
laid out for her - they were the kind that not only felt nice, but looked nice and smelled
nice and made nice sounds when you moved as well - she would have gone back to gaze
out of that exciting window, but she was interrupted by a bang on the door.
"Come in," said Jill. And in came Scrubb, also bathed and splendidly dressed in Narnian
clothes. But his face didn't look as if he were enjoying it.
"Oh, here you are at last," he said crossly, flinging himself into a chair. "I've been trying
to find you for ever so long."