“What I don’t quite understand，” said Jill， “is how we idn‘t see the lettering？ Or could it have come there since st night. Could he.Aslan.have put it there in the night？ had such a queer dream.” And she told them all about it. “Why， you chump！” said Scrubb. “We did see it. We got to the lettering. Don’t you see？ We got into the letter E inE. That was your sunk lane. We walked along the bottom roke of the E， due north.turned to our right along the pright.came to another turn to the right.that‘s the iddle stroke.and then went on to the top left.hand orner， or （if you like） the north.eastern corner of the letter， nd came back. Like the bally idiots we are.” He kicked the indow seat savagely， and went on， “So it’s no good， Pole. know what you were thinking because I was thinking he same. You were thinking how nice it would have been Aslan hadn‘t put the instructions on the stones of the uined city till after we’d passed it. And then it would have een his fault， not ours. So likely， isn‘t it？ No. We must just wn up. We’ve only four signs to go by， and we‘ve muffedhe first three.”
