The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"With a good will, Father," said the Prince. "For never had any Prince, Knight,
Gentleman, or Bear so good a stomach to his victuals as we four wanderers have tonight."
The whole crowd began to move away through the trees towards the cave. Jill heard
Puddleglum saying to those who pressed round him. "No, no, my story can wait.
Nothing worth talking about has happened to me. I want to hear the news. Don't try
breaking it to me gently, for I'd rather have it all at once. Has the King been
shipwrecked? Any forest fires? No wars on the Calormen border? Or a few dragons, I
shouldn't wonder?" And all the creatures laughed aloud and said, "Isn't that just like a
Marshwiggle?"
The two children were nearly dropping with tiredness and hunger, but the warmth of the
cave, and the very sight of it, with the firelight dancing on the walls and dressers and
cups and saucers and plates and on the smooth stone floor, just as it does in a farmhouse
kitchen, revived them a little. All the same they went fast asleep while supper was being
got ready. And while they slept Prince Rilian was talking over the whole adventure with
the older and wiser Beasts and Dwarfs. And now they all saw what it meant; how a
wicked Witch (doubtless the same kind as that White Witch who had brought the Great
Winter on Narnia long ago) had contrived the whole thing, first killing Rilian's mother
and enchanting Rilian himself. And they saw how she had dug right under Narnia and
was going to break out and rule it through Rilian: and how he had never dreamed that the
country of which she would make him king (king in name, but really her slave) was his
own country. And from the children's part of the story they saw how she was in league
and friendship with the dangerous giants of Harfang. "And the lesson of it all is, your
Highness," said the oldest Dwarf, "that those Northern Witches always mean the same
thing, but in every age they have a different plan for getting it."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THE HEALING OF HARMS
WHEN Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid
moment that she was back in the Underworld. But when she noticed that she was lying on
a bed of heather with a furry mantle over her, and saw a cheery fire crackling (as if newly
lit) on a stone hearth and, farther off, morning sunlight coming in through the cave's
mouth, she remembered all the happy truth. They had had a delightful supper, all
crowded into that cave, in spite of being so sleepy before it was properly over. She had a
vague impression of Dwarfs crowding round the fire with frying-pans rather bigger than
themselves, and the hissing, and delicious smell of sausages, and more, and more, and
more sausages. And not wretched sausages half full of bread and soya bean either, but