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[THEME MUSIC]

I'm not being inquisitive, but where are we going?

Aha!

That's not a place, aha. Why won't you tell me, why is everything so secret?

You will know soon all you need to know.

You are, you're not! You could be kidnapping me.

Nonsense, nearly there.

Look out, here please, oh no.

Only one thing in the whole sky

and you have to go straight at it!

[SCREAM]

Oh don't fall, it's a long way down.

Where are we?

Pole, is that you?

Eustace, I can't see a thing.

Can't you...look around?

Who are they?

What are they?

Mr Glimfeather, Mr Glimfeather.

Eustace, they're owls.

Hello to you too.

Of course we're owls, and this my dear humans is a special

emergency meeting of the great Parliament of Owls.

Tu-whoo, tu-whoo.

Just a moment, there's something I want to say first.

Do, do.

Well, time in our world is different

and though King Caspian the Tenth is an old man and I'm only a boy,

he and I sailed together, right to the eastern end of the world.

That legendary voyage, with Lord Drinian...

And Reepicheep and all of them and you'd better know right away,

I am loyal to Caspian, I am the King's man

and if this is a meeting to plot against him, I'll have none of it.

Too true. Too true.

Bravely spoken, human boy. But in fact we're here to talk about you two.

What about us?

If the Lord Regent, Trumpkin the Dwarf, hears

you mean to look for the Prince, he'll put you under lock and key.

You mean Trumpkin's a traitor? Caspian always trusted him.

Trumpkin's no traitor. But over the years many of our champions

have set out to look for the lost Prince and not come back.

So the King has decreed not to have all the bravest Narnian's destroyed

in the search for his lost son. So now nobody is allowed to go.

EUSTACE: But surely he'd let me go,

once he knew who sent me.

Who sent both of us?

Ah yes. The Parliament should know that these young humans

were sent on this noble mission by the great Aslan himself.

But the King's away and Trumpkin will stick to the rules.

He doesn't even take any notice of us and everyone knows how wise owls are.

But if we have to wait...

How long is he away?

If only we knew. There is a rumour that Aslan has been seen...

And the King wants to make one more attempt, to see Aslan.

To ask who is to be King after him now that he has lost his son.

But if he goes searching for Aslan...

Exactly, there's no telling when he'll be back.

Tell us about the lost Prince.

I think that had best come from our friend here who remembers all.

A natural born storyteller, he can plant the best pictures in your mind.

Close your eyes.

Some years ago when Rilian, son of Caspian, was a young knight,

he rode out with the Queen, his mother, on a beautiful May morning.

They took no hounds with them for they were not hunting but maying.

In the warm part of the day they decided to rest in a pleasant glade.

No one there knew of the terrible consequences that were to befall them.

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Argh!

By the time Prince Rilian had reached his mother,

one glance told him that no physic in the world would do her good.

The Queen was mourned by all

and Prince Rilian took his mother's death very hard.

Again and again he returned to the north to kill that vile serpent,

but no sign of it did he find.

After a month there seemed to come over him a change,

or so thought Caspian's great friend Lord Drinian.

Your Majesty, by my advice you must stop riding out to seek that

evil serpent. It is too dangerous a thing to do alone.

Serpent? Why good friend Drinian,

I've not thought of the creature these seven days.

Why go you to the woods, sire?

Because I have seen there the most beautiful thing that was ever made.

Prince, let me ride out with you tomorrow

that I too may see what this fair thing is.

But my Lord, why come so often to this of all places?

You will see.

Curse you Drinian, you frightened the lady away.

Let us go my Lord from this accursed place.

It's accursed no longer to me.

Then came the fateful day when Prince Rilian returned to that accursed glade.

From that hour no trace of Rilian was ever found.

Neither hat, nor cloak, nor anything else.

Drinian, you have searched for the Prince for days.

I fear I may never see my son again.

Oh my Lord King, slay me speedily as a great traitor:

for by my silence I have destroyed your son.

He has gone to the place of the Queen's destruction

and has himself disappeared.

I have lost my queen and my son: should I lose my friend too?

And the old King has lived in sadness ever since,

for no-one has ever discovered what happened to the young Prince.

Well I bet the serpent and that woman were one and the same.

We don't think she killed the Prince, no bones were ever found.

We know she didn't.

Aslan himself told me the Prince is still alive.

That almost makes it worse. The evil woman must have some use for him

and surely some deep scheme against Narnia.

Long ago, a White Witch bound our land in snow and ice for a hundred years.

This could be the same crew.

We've got to find the Prince. Can you help us?

Any clue, you two?

We have to go north, until we reach the ruins of a giant city.

Well, can you help?

Oh dear, city of giants, oh very sorry, dash it all,

difficult, you know flying north, city of giants, tu-whoo, tu-whoo.

You'd want to travel by day and we'd want to travel by night,

it wouldn't do, wouldn't do.

Well how do we start?

If they must go that way, we can take them as far as the Marsh-wiggles,

They know the north lands best, they're the only ones who can help.

Come on, I'll take one.

As long as it's only as far as the Marsh-wiggles, I'll take the other.

Young human, don't rock the boat.

They gave me this sword at Cair Paravel

and I don't intend to travel without it.

Scrubb you idiot, you'll fall off.

No I won't. I'm back in Narnia and the air here,

I'd forgotten how good it is, I feel stronger every minute.

Hold on my dears, down we go.

JILL: What a miserable place.

Puddleglum, Puddleglum my dear, wake up!

Puddleglum, we are here on the Lion's business,

We come in the service of Aslan to you, to you,

tu-whoo, tu-whoo.

Owls ahoy.

What's happened? Is the King dead?

Has an enemy landed in Narnia?

I know, it's a flood or maybe dragons?

It's nothing of the sort. Come on here.

Farewell to you two. Tu-whoo, tu-whoo.

And farewell to you too.

Goodbye Glimfeather, goodbye Mr Owl, thank you for everything.

Haven't got much to offer you.

You'll lie cold and hard. Damp too, I shouldn't wonder.

Won't sleep a wink most likely, even if there isn't a thunderstorm,

or a flood, or the wigwam doesn't fall down on top of us all,

ah well, just have to make the best of it.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Scrubb.

Funny place.

At least it's dry and warm.

It's a wigwam, like Red Indians live in.

Who was he, anyway, that chap last night?

I didn't like his hand. It looked like a frog's.

I feel awful after sleeping in my clothes.

I was just thinking how nice it was, not to have to get dressed.

Or wash, I suppose.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Listen to the birds. I wonder where the Thingummy's got to.

The Marsh-wiggle.

Hello...that must be him over there.

I suppose we'd better go and speak to him.

PUDDLEGLUM: Good morning guests.

I say good,

but it will probably turn to rain or maybe snow,

or fog or thunder, I dare say you didn't get any sleep.

But we did, we had a very restful night.

I see you're trying to make the best of a bad job.

We had a very restful night.

Excuse me, we didn't quite catch your name.

My name is Puddleglum.

You're sure to forget it.

I was just trying to catch a few eels to make eel stew.

I won't get any and you wouldn't like them if I do.

Why not?

It's against reason that you should like our victuals.

All the same, if you two could try to light the fire, no harm in trying,

though of course the wood will be wet.

Where shall we light it?

Where shall we light it?

You could light it in the wigwam but then we'd get smoke in our eyes.

Or, you could light it outside

and then the rain would come down and put it out.

There's my tinder box, except you won't know how to use it.

I'm not completely useless.

You see, you did catch some eels.

A dozen of them in fact.

Oh yes, but they'll be tough.

I think you should tell me your plans.

All we want to know is can you really help us to find Prince Rilian?

Well, I don't know if you'd call it help.

We're not likely to get far up north, with winter coming on.

But don't let that worry you.

What with enemies and mountains and rivers to cross, losing our way,

almost nothing to eat and sore feet, we'll hardly notice the weather.

We?

Are you coming with us?

Of course. I don't expect I'll ever see the King back in Narnia,

now that he's set off for foreign parts

and he had a nasty cough when he left and Trumpkin's old

and failing fast. And we'll have a bad harvest after this dry summer.

And I shouldn't wonder if some enemy attacked the country so all in all...

You may as well come with us.

But where shall we start?

We've got to start by finding a ruined city of giants. Aslan said so.

Got to start by finding it have we?

Aren't we allowed to start by looking for it?

That's what I meant of course.

And then when we've found it we can...

Oh yes, when...

Isn't the stew ready yet?

Ready it might be.

Thank you.

But you're not going to like it.

Delicious!

It's the best stew I've ever tasted in my life.

Yes, it may taste all right but

beware of collywobbles in the tummy.

Food for wiggles is poison for humans.

Where were we?

Doesn't anybody know where the ruined city is?

I don't know about anybody,

but if I were looking for the ruined city I wouldn't start here.

Where would you start from?

Ettinsmoor.

EUSTACE: But, can't we get to Ettinsmoor from here?

Yes, of course. See those hills and that bit of a cliff

where the dragon's flying? Bound to meet some of those brutes.

Well those hills are the beginnings of Ettinsmoor.

But, there's a river between it and us. No bridges, of course.

Perhaps on Ettinsmoor we shall meet people who can tell us the way?

Meet people? Oh yes, you're right about that.

What sort of people live there?

Oh, I suppose they're all right in their own way.

Yes, but what kind of people live there?

Kind, they're not, you'll see.

Now look here,

I don't believe the whole thing can be half as bad as you're making out,

just as the beds in the wigwam were hard

or the firewood was wet. I don't think Aslan would ever have sent us here

if there was as little chance as all that.

Put a brave face on it. All we have to worry about is our tempers.

All the hard times we're gonna have to go through together,

it won't do to lose our tempers,

otherwise we'll finish up...knifing each other, I shouldn't wonder.

Well if you think it's as useless as all that, you can stay behind.

Pole and I will go alone.

Don't be such an idiot Scrubb.

No, I'm coming. Not going to lose an opportunity like this.

It will do me good, you see. The other Marsh-wiggles say I'm too flighty.

Flighty?

PUDDLEGLUM: I don't take life seriously enough, they think I'm too

full of bobance and bounce.

PUDDLEGLUM: Life's not all eel pie and fricasseed frogs.

A job like this, looking for a prince who probably won't be there,

PUDDLEGLUM: by way of a ruined city that nobody has ever seen,

just the thing. If that doesn't steady a chap, what will?

I shouldn't eat anymore of that if I were you. Poison for humans.

I won't have anymore thank you Puddleglum,

not because I think it will do me any harm,

but because I've had enough already.

And I really couldn't eat another thing.

Right, let's get ready.

We'll need bacon and what's left of the stew, not much I'm afraid.

Weapons, you have a sword, I have a sword,

and you and I boy will have a bow and arrows, Pole can carry a knife.

I don't see why I shouldn't have a bow and arrows too.

What's it matter? You'll have a knife.

I don't want a knife, I want a bow and arrows.

Stop complaining you'll have a knife!

I'm not complaining, I want a bow and arrows.

Look there's only two bows and arrows and...

There's no difference between you and me.

Quarrelling already. That's what happens on adventures.

Right, let's get packed and then we're off.

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See, no bridge.

Course there's no bridge. I'm sure we'll be able to cross it on foot.

Oh dear...oh dear.

See, that wasn't difficult at all.

That looks the best way up.

No, the giants live up there.

Giants?

I thought the owls would have told you.

Cheer up Pole, some giants in Narnia are friendly.

EDMUND: Are these at peace or at war?

At peace, officially,

but they were beaten in savage battles and now they have to pay tribute.

Makes them rather irritable.

I don't like the sound of irritable giants.

Oh, come on.

Look at that!

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

I think I might enjoy adventures after all.

We haven't had any yet.

Maybe if we keep very quiet it will go away.

No, no.

Roar.

I knew he wouldn't hurt us.

How did you know?

I know a thing or two about dragons.

Yes, but you don't know everything, but now we can move on in peace.

When we heard about the ruined city,

I think we imagined that the giants were dead.

PUDDLEGLUM: Oh no, that's a long way ahead.

The giants of Ettinsmoor are a different race and very much alive.

JILL: We seem to be getting closer to that gorge.

PUDDLEGLUM: Yes, we are, I shouldn't wonder.

JILL: Funny rocks, if you came along here when it was half dark you might

really believe those piles of rocks were giants.

No, no.

Look...there.

JILL: You could almost believe that thing on top is a head

and those things sticking out on either side could be ears.

PUDDLEGLUM: Don't stop, keep walking, keep straight on. Don't look at them,

do not look at them,

and what ever you do, don't run.

They've seen us.

PUDDLEGLUM: If one of those rocks hits us...

EUSTACE: We'll be flattened.

There's no shelter. Nowhere to hide.

Don't panic mates.

Whatever you do, don't panic.

Puddleglum,

Puddleglum.

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