The three travellers looked at each other in dismay， and， after a short whistle， Scrubb said what they were all thinking， “The second and third signs muffed”. And at that moment Jill’s dream rushed back into her mind.
“It‘s my fault，” she said in despairing tones. “I.I’d given up repeating the signs every night. If I‘d been thinking about them I could have seen it was the city， even in all that snow.”
“I’m worse，” said Puddleglum. “I did see， or nearly. I thought it looked uncommonly like a ruined city.”
“You‘re the only one who isn’t to blame，” said Scrubb. “Youdid try to make us stop.”
“Didn‘t try hard enough， though，” said the Marsh.wiggle. “And I’d no call to be trying. I ought to have done it. As if I couldn‘t have stopped you two with one hand each！”
“The truth is，” said Scrubb， “we were so jolly keen on etting to this place that we weren’t bothering about nything else. At least I know I was. Ever since we met that oman with the knight who didn‘t talk， we’ve been thinking f nothing else. We‘d nearly forgotten about Prince Rilian.” “I shouldn’t wonder，” said Puddleglum， “if that wasn‘t xactly what she intended.”
