The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"No, go back," said Puddleglum. "We may pick up some information, and we need all we
can get. I am sure that Queen is a witch and an enemy. And those Earthmen would knock
us on the head as soon as look at us. There's a stronger smell of danger and lies and
magic and treason about this land than I've ever smelled before. We need to keep our
eyes and ears open."
They went back down the corridor and gently pushed the door open. "It's all right," said
Scrubb, meaning that there were no Earthmen about. Then they all came back into the
room where they had supped.
The main door was now shut, concealing the curtain between which they had first
entered. The Knight was seated in a curious silver chair, to which he was bound by his
ankles, his knees, his elbows, his wrists, and his waist. There was sweat on his forehead
and his face was filled with anguish.
"Come in, friends," he said, glancing quickly up. "The fit is not yet upon me. Make no
noise, for I told that prying chamberlain that you were in bed. Now . . . I can feel it
coming. Quick! Listen while I am master of myself. When the fit is upon me, it well may
be that I shall beg and implore you, with entreaties and threatenings, to loosen my bonds.
They say I do. I shall call upon you by all that is most dear and most dreadful. But do not
listen to me. Harden your hearts and stop your ears. For while I am bound you are safe.
But if once I were up and out of this chair, then first would come my fury, and after that"
- he shuddered - "the change into a loathsome serpent."
"There's no fear of our loosing you," said Puddleglum. "We've no wish to meet wild men;
or serpents either."
"I should think not," said Scrubb and Jill together.
"All the same," added Puddleglum in a whisper. "Don't let's be too sure. Let's be on our
guard. We've muffed everything else, you know. He'll be cunning, I shouldn't wonder,
once he gets started. Can we trust one another? Do we all promise that whatever he says
we don't touch those cords? Whatever he says, mind you?"
"Rather!" said Scrubb.
"There's nothing in the world he can say or do that'll make me change my mind," said Jill.
"Hush! Something's happening," said Puddleglum.
The Knight was moaning. His face was as pale as putty, and he writhed in his bonds. And
whether because she was sorry for him, or for some other reason, Jill thought that he
looked a nicer sort of man than he had looked before.
"Ah," he groaned. "Enchantments, enchantments . . . the heavy, tangled, cold, clammy
web of evil magic. Buried alive. Dragged down under the earth, down into the sooty