The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

quite so well as she felt she ought to have known it. This annoyance, added to the misery
of being very cold and tired, made her say, "Bother the signs." She didn't perhaps quite
mean it.
"Oh, that was next, was it?" said Puddleglum. "Now I wonder, are you right? Got 'em
mixed, I shouldn't wonder. It seems to me, this hill, this flat place we're on, is worth
stopping to have a look at. Have you noticed -"
"Oh Lor!" said Scrubb, "is this a time for stopping to admire the view? For goodness'
sake let's get on."
"Oh, look, look, look," cried Jill and pointed. Everyone turned, and everyone saw. Some
way off to the north, and a good deal higher up than the tableland on which they stood, a
line of lights had appeared. This time, even more obviously than when the travellers had
seen them the night before, they were windows: smaller windows that made one think
deliciously of bedrooms, and larger windows that made one think of great halls with fires
roaring on the hearth and hot soup or juicy sirloins smoking on the table.
"Harfang!" exclaimed Scrubb.
"That's all very well," said Puddleglum. "But what I was saying was -"
"Oh, shut up," said Jill crossly. "We haven't a moment to lose. Don't you remember what
the Lady said about their locking up so early? We must get there in time, we must, we
must. We'll die if we're shut out on a night like this."
"Well, it isn't exactly a night, not yet," began Puddleglum; but the two children both said,
"Come on," and began stumbling forward on the slippery tableland as quickly as their
legs would carry them. The Marsh-wiggle followed them: still talking, but now that they
were forcing their way into the wind again, they could not have heard him even if they
had wanted to. And they didn't want. They were thinking of baths and beds and hot
drinks; and the idea of coming to Harfang too late and being shut out was almost
unbearable.
In spite of their haste, it took them a long time to cross the flat top of that hill. And even
when they had crossed it, there were still several ledges to climb down on the far side.
But at last they reached the bottom and could see what Harfang was like.
It stood on a high crag, and in spite of its many towers was more a huge house than a
castle. Obviously, the Gentle Giants feared no attack. There were windows in the outside
wall quite close to the ground - a thing no one would have in a serious fortress. There
were even odd little doors here and there, so that it would be quite easy to get in and out
of the castle without going through the courtyard. This raised the spirits of Jill and
Scrubb. It made the whole place look more friendly and less forbidding.