“With a good will， damsel，” said Tirian. “But we must eep on the march.” So while they went on walking he told hem who he was and all the things that had happened to im. “And now，” he said at the end， “I am going to a certaintower， one of three that were built in my grandsire‘s time to guard Lantern Waste against certain perilous outlaws who dwelled there in his day. By Aslan’s goodwill I was not robbed of my keys. In that tower we shall find stores of weapons and mail and some victuals also， though no better than dry biscuit. There also we can lie safe while we make our plans. And now， prithee， tell me who you two are and all your story.”
“I‘m Eustace Scrubb and this is Jill Pole，” said the Boy. “And we were here once before， ages and ages ago， more than a year ago by our time， and there was a chap called Prince Rilian， and they were keeping this chap underground， and Puddleglum put his foot in.”
“Ha！” cried Tirian， “are you then that Eustace and that Jill who rescued King Rilian from his long enchantment？”
“Yes， that’s us，” said Jill. “So he‘s King Rilian now， is he？ Oh of course he would be. I forgot.”
“Nay，” said Tirian， “I am the seventh in descent from him. He has been dead over two hundred years.”
