“Oh， bother his ideas！” said Scrubb. “He’s always expecting the worst， and he‘s always wrong. Let’s think about those Gentle Giants and get on to Harfang as quickly as we can. I wish I knew how far it is.”
And now they nearly had the first of those quarrels which Puddleglum had foretold： not that Jill and Scrubb hadn‘t been sparring and snapping at each other a good deal before， but this was the first really serious disagreement. Puddleglum didn’t want them to go to Harfang at all. He said that he didn‘t know what a giant’s idea of being “gentle” might be， and that， anyway， Aslan‘s signs had said nothing about staying with giants， gentle or otherwise.
The children， on the other hand， who were sick of wind and rain， and skinny fowl roasted over campfires， and hard， cold earth to sleep on， were absolutely dead set to visit the Gentle Giants. In the end， Puddleglum agreed to do so， but only on one condition. The others must give an absolute promise that， unless he gave them leave， they would not tell the Gentle Giants that they came from Narnia or that they were looking for Prince Rilian. And they gave him this promise， and went on.