“But we don’t think she kil led the Prince，” said Glimfeather， “because no bones.”
“We know she didn‘t，” said Scrubb. “Aslan told Pole he was still alive somewhere.”
“That almost makes it worse，” said the oldest owl. “It means she has some use for him， and some deep scheme against Narnia. Long， long ago， at the very beginning， a White Witch came out of the north and bound our land in snow and ice for a hundred years. And we think this may be some of the same crew.”
“Very well， then，” said Scrubb. “Pole and I have got tofind this Prince. Can you help us？”
“Have you any clue， you two？” asked Glimfeather.
“Yes，” said Scrubb. “We know we’ve got to go north. And we know we‘ve got to reach the ruins of a giant city.”
At this there was a greater tu.whooing than ever， and noise of birds shifting their feet and ruffling their feathers， and then all the owls started speaking at once. They all explained how very sorry they were that they themselves could not go with the children on their search for the lost Prince.
