“I‘ll be sworn ’tis an honest gnome，” said the Prince. “Let o of it， friend Puddleglum. As for me， good Golg， I have een enchanted like you and your fellows， and have but ewly remembered myself. And now， one question more. o you know the way to those new diggings， by which the orceress meant to lead out an army against Overland？”
“Ee.ee.ee！” squeaked Golg. “Yes， I know that terrible oad. I will show you where it begins. But it is no manner f use your Honour asking me to go with you on it. I‘ll die ther.”
“Why？” asked Eustace anxiously. “What’s so dreadful bout it？”