The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

She did, however, consent to climb on to Glimfeather's back, and was thoroughly waked
up (for a while) by the unexpected coldness of the air when he flew out with her into the
night. The moon had disappeared and there were no stars. Far behind her she could see a
single lighted window well above the ground; doubtless, in one of the towers of Cair
Paravel. It made her long to be back in that delightful bedroom, snug in bed, watching the
firelight on the walls. She put her hands under her cloak and wrapped it tightly round her.
It was uncanny to hear two voices in the dark air a little distance away; Scrubb and his
owl were talking to one another. "He doesn't sound tired," thought Jill. She did not realize
that he had been on great adventures in that world before and that the Narnian air was
bringing back to him a strength he had won when he sailed the Eastern Seas with King
Caspian.
Jill had to pinch herself to keep awake, for she knew that if she dozed on Glimfeather's
back she would probably fall off. When at last the two owls ended their flight, she
climbed stiffly off Glimfeather and found herself on flat ground. A chilly wind was
blowing and they appeared to be in a place without trees. "Tu-whoo, tu-whoo!"
Glimfeather was calling. "Wake up, Puddleglum. Wake up. It is on the Lion's business."
For a long time there was no reply. Then, a long way off, a dim light appeared and began
to come nearer. With it came a voice.
"Owls ahoy!" it said. "What is it? Is the King dead? Has an enemy landed in Narnia? Is it
a flood? Or dragons?"
When the light reached them, it turned out to be that of a large lantern. She could see very
little of the person who held it. He seemed to be all legs and arms. The owls were talking
to him, explaining everything, but she was too tired to listen. She tried to wake herself up
a bit when she realized that they were saying goodbye to her. But she could never
afterwards remember much except that, sooner or later, she and Scrubb were stooping to
enter a low doorway and then (oh, thank heavens) were lying down on something soft
and warm, and a voice was saying:
"There you are. Best we can do. You'll lie cold and hard. Damp too, I shouldn't wonder.
Won't sleep a wink, most likely; even if there isn't a thunderstorm or a flood or the
wigwam doesn't fall down on top of us all, as I've known them do. Must make the best of
it -" But she was fast asleep before the voice had ended.
When the children woke late next morning they found that they were lying, very dry and
warm, on beds of straw in a dark place. A triangular opening let in the daylight.
"Where on earth are we?" asked Jill.
"In the wigwam of a Marsh-wiggle," said Eustace.
"A what?"