No one in our world can work at a job of that sort as warfs and Talking Moles work in Narnia； but then， of ourse， Moles and Dwarfs don’t look on it as work. Theylike digging. It was therefore not really long before they had opened a great black chasm in the hillside. And out from the blackness into the moonlight.this would have been rather dreadful if one hadn‘t known who they were.came， first， the long， leggy， steeple.hatted figure of the Marsh. wiggle， and then， leading two great horses， Rilian the Prince himself.
As Puddleglum appeared shouts broke out on every side： “Why， it’s a Wiggle.why， it‘s old Puddleglum.old Puddleglum from the Eastern Marshes.what ever have you been doing， Puddleglum？ .there’ve been search parties out for you.the Lord Trumpkin has been putting up notices. there‘s a reward offered！” But all this died away， all in one moment， into dead silence， as quickly as the noise dies away in a rowdy dormitory if the Headmaster opens the door. For now they saw the Prince.