I know nothing so disagreeable as being kissed by a giantess. Jill thought the same， but was asleep in five minutes.
The rain fell steadily all the evening and all the night， dashing against the windows of the castle， and Jill never heard it but slept deeply， past supper time and past midnight. And then came the deadest hour of the night and nothing stirred but mice in the house of the giants. At that hour there came to Jill a dream.
It seemed to her that she awoke in the same room and saw the fire， sunk low and red， and in the firelight the great wooden horse. And the horse came of its own will， rolling on its wheels across the carpet， and stood at her head. And now it was no longer a horse， but a lion as big as the horse. And then it was not a toy lion， but a real lion， The Real Lion， just as she had seen him on the mountain beyond the World‘s End. And a smell of all sweet-smelling things there are filled the room.
But there was some trouble in Jill’s mind， though she could not thinkwhat it was， and the tears streamed down her face and wet the pillow. The Lion told her to repeat the signs， and she found that she had forgotten them all. At that， a great horror came over her. And Aslan took her up in his jaws （she could feel his lips and his breath but not his teeth） and carried her to the window and made her look out. The moon shone bright； and written in great letters across the world or the sky （she did not know which） were the words UNDER ME. After that， the dream faded away， and when she woke， very late next morning， she did not remember that she had dreamed at all.
She was up and dressed and had finished breakfast in front of the fire when the Nurse opened the door and said： “Here‘s pretty poppet’s little friends come to play with her.”
In came Scrubb and the Marsh-wiggle.
“Hullo！ Good morning，” said Jill. “Isn‘t this fun？ I’ve slept about fifteen hours， I believe. I do feel better， don‘t you？”
“I do，” said Scrubb， “but Puddleglum says he has a headache. Hullo！-your window has a window seat. If we got up on that， we could see out.” And at once they all did so： and at the first glance Jill said， “Oh， how perfectly dreadful！”
The sun was shining and， except for a few drifts， the snow had been almost completely washed away by the rain. Down below them， spread out like a map， lay the flat hill-top which they had struggled over yesterday afternoon； seen from the castle， it could not be mistaken for anything but the ruins of a gigantic city. It had been flat， as Jill now saw， because it was still， on the whole， paved， though in places the pavement was broken. The criss-cross banks were what was left of the walls of huge buildings which might once have been giants’ palaces and temples. One bit of wall， about five hundred feet high， was still standing； it was that which she had thought was a cliff. The things that had looked like factory chimneys were enormous pillars， broken off at unequal heights； their fragments lay at their bases like felled trees of monstrous stone. The ledges which they had climbed down on the north side of the hill-and also， no doubt the other ledges which they had climbed up on the south side-were the remaining steps of giant stairs. To crown all， in large， dark lettering across the centre of the pavement， ran the words UNDER ME.
The three travellers looked at each other in dismay， and， after a short whistle， Scrubb said what they were all thinking， “The second and third signs muffed”. And at that moment Jill‘s dream rushed back into her mind.
“It’s my fault，” she said in despairing tones. “I-I‘d given up repeating the signs every night. If I’d been thinking about them I could have seen it was the city， even in all that snow.”
“I‘m worse，” said Puddleglum. “I did see， or nearly. I thought it looked uncommonly like a ruined city.”
“You’re the only one who isn‘t to blame，” said Scrubb. “You did try to make us stop.”
“Didn’t try hard enough， though，” said the Marsh-wiggle. “And I‘d no call to be trying. I ought to have done it. As if I couldn’t have stopped you two with one hand each！”
“The truth is，” said Scrubb， “we were so jolly keen on getting to this place that we weren‘t bothering about anything else. At least I know I was. Ever since we met that woman with the knight who didn’t talk， we‘ve been thinking of nothing else. We’d nearly forgotten about Prince Rilian.”
“I shouldn‘t wonder，” said Puddleglum， “if that wasn’t exactly what she intended.”
“What I don‘t quite understand，” said Jill， “is how we didn’t see the lettering？ Or could it have come there since last night. Could he- Aslan-have put it there in the night？ I had such a queer dream.” And she told them all about it.
“Why， you chump！” said Scrubb. “We did see it. We got into the lettering. Don‘t you see？ We got into the letter E in ME. That was your sunk lane. We walked along the bottom stroke of the E， due north-turned to our right along the upright-came to another turn to the right-that’s the middle stroke-and then went on to the top left-hand corner， or （if you like） the north-eastern corner of the letter， and came back. Like the bally idiots we are.” He kicked the window seat savagely， and went on， “So it‘s no good， Pole. I know what you were thinking because I was thinking the same. You were thinking how nice it would have been if Aslan hadn’t put the instructions on the stones of the ruined city till after we‘d passed it. And then it would have been his fault， not ours. So likely， isn’t it？ No. We must just own up. We‘ve only four signs to go by， and we’ve muffed the first three.”
“You mean I have，” said Jill. “It‘s quite true. I’ve spoilt everything ever since you brought me here. All the same-I‘m frightfully sorry and all that-all the same， what are the instructions？ UNDER ME doesn’t seem to make much sense.”
“Yes it does， though，” said Puddleglum. “It means we‘ve got to look for the Prince under that city.”
“But how can we？” asked Jill.