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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 real meaty，spicy ones，fat and piping hot and burst and just the tiniest bit burnt. And great mugs of frothy chocolate，and roast potatoes and roast chestnuts，and baked apples with raisins stuck in where the cores had been，and then ices just to freshen you up after all the hot things.
Jill sat up and looked around. Puddleglum and Eustace were lying not far away，both fast asleep.
“Hi，you two ！”shouted Jill in a loud voice. “Aren’t you ever going to get up ？”
“Shoo，shoo ！”said a sleepy voice somewhere above her. “Time to be settling down. Have a good snooze，do，do. Don’t make a to-do. Tu-whoo ！”
“Why，I do believe,”said Jill，glancing up at a white bundle of fluffy feathers which was perched on top of a grandfather clock in one corner of the cave，“I do believe it’s Glimfeather ！”
“True，true,”whirred the Owl，lifting its head out from under its wing and opening one eye. “I came up with a message for the Prince at about two. The squirrels brought us the good news. Message for the Prince. He’s gone. You’re to follow too. Good-day—”and the head disappeared again.
As there seemed no further hope of getting any information from the Owl，Jill got up and began looking round for any chance of a wash and some breakfast. But almost at once a little Faun came trotting into the cave with a sharp click-clack of his goaty hoofs on the stone floor.
“Ah ！You’ve woken up at last，Daughter of Eve,”he said. “Perhaps you’d better wake the Son of Adam. You’ve got to be off in a few minutes and two Centaurs have very kindly offered to let you ride on their backs down to Cair Paravel.”He added in a lower voice. “Of course，you realize it is a most special and unheard- of honour to be allowed to ride a Centaur. I don’t know that I ever heard of anyone doing it before. It wouldn’t do to keep them waiting.”
“Where’s the Prince ？ ”was the first question of Eustace and Puddleglum as soon as they had been wakened.
“He’s gone down to meet the King，his father，at Cair Paravel,”answered the Faun，whose name was Orruns. “His Majesty’s ship is expected in harbour any moment. It seems that the King met Aslan—I don’t know whether it was in a vision or face to face—before he had sailed far，and Aslan turned him back and told him he would find his long-lost son awaiting him when he reached Narnia.”
