The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

lost inside the hill. She doesn't know what she's saying." "That's right," said an old Bear.
"Why, she said Prince Rilian was a horse!" "No, she didn't," said a Squirrel, very pert.
"Yes, she did," said another Squirrel, even perter.
"It's quite t-t-t-true. D-d-don't be so silly," said Jill. She spoke like that because her teeth
were now chattering with the cold.
Immediately one of the Dryads flung round her a furry cloak which some Dwarf had
dropped when he rushed to fetch his mining tools, and an obliging Faun trotted off among
the trees to a place where Jill could see firelight in the mouth of a cave, to get her a hot
drink. But before it came, all the Dwarfs reappeared with spades and pick-axes and
charged at the hillside. Then Jill heard cries of "Hi! What are you doing? Put that sword
down," and "Now, young 'un: none of that," and, "He's a vicious one, now, isn't he?" Jill
hurried to the spot and didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw Eustace's face,
very pale and dirty, projecting from the blackness of the hole, and Eustace's right hand
brandishing a sword with which he made lunges at anyone who came near him.
For of course Eustace had been having a very different time from Jill during the last few
minutes. He had heard Jill cry out and seen her disappear into the unknown. Like the
Prince and Puddleglum, he thought that some enemies had caught her. And from down
below he didn't see that the pale, blueish light was moonlight. He thought the hole would
lead only into some other cave, lit by some ghostly phosphorescence and filled with
goodness-knows-what evil creatures of the Underworld. So that when he had persuaded
Puddleglum to give him a back, and drawn his sword, and poked out his head, he had
really been doing a very brave thing. The others would have done it first if they could,
but the hole was too small for them to climb through. Eustace was a little bigger, and a lot
clumsier, than Jill, so that when he looked out he bumped his head against the top of the
hole and brought a small avalanche of snow down on his face. And so, when he could see
again, and saw dozens of figures coming at him as hard as they could run, it is not
surprising that he tried to ward them off.
"Stop, Eustace, stop," cried Jill. "They're all friends. Can't you see? We've come up in
Narnia. Everything's all right."
Then Eustace did see, and apologized to the Dwarfs (and the Dwarfs said not to mention
it), and dozens of thick, hairy, dwarfish hands helped him out just as they had helped Jill
out a few minutes before. Then Jill scrambled up the bank and put her head in at the dark
opening and shouted the good news in to the prisoners. As she turned away she heard
Puddleglum mutter. "Ah, poor Pole. It's been too much for her, this last bit. Turned her
head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things."
Jill rejoined Eustace and they shook one another by both hands and took in great deep
breaths of the free midnight air. And a warm cloak was brought for Eustace and hot
drinks, for both. While they were sipping it, the Dwarfs had already got all the snow and
all the sods off a large strip of the hillside round the original hole, and the pickaxes and
spades were now going as merrily as the feet of Fauns and Dryads had been going in the