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[THEME MUSIC]

There's no shelter, nowhere to hide.

Don't panic mates, whatever you do, don't panic.

Puddleglum...

Puddleglum!

Puddleglum, we thought you were dead.

PUDDLEGLUM: They're not aiming at us.

Let's get out of here.

EUSTACE: Come on.

That's what they're trying to hit.

I hate looking at those horrible creatures.

You don't have to. Look straight ahead, now come on.

I shouldn't wonder if we don't have snow soon. Then we're sure to get lost.

Best look on the bright side.

Oh, come on.

PUDDLEGLUM: Back to back, that's how to keep each other warm.

Whose back will you lie against, Puddleglum?

My own.

It's still jolly cold.

PUDDLEGLUM: I know how you can make yourself feel warmer.

EUSTACE: How?

By thinking about how much colder it will be further north.

It doesn't work.

What are you muttering about?

I'm saying the signs. Two, journey north until you come to

JILL: the Ruined City of the Giants.

I bet you don't remember three.

You're the one who had to remember them.

Not fair. Puddleglum, is that fair?

[ASLEEP/SNORING]

JILL: When you find writing on a stone,

do what that writing tells you to do.

When you find writing on a stone, do what that writing tells you to do.

When you find writing on a stone, do what that writing tells you to do.

[MUSIC]

Steady, steady.

JILL: Scrubb hates heights. SCRUBB: Oh, be quiet, will you?

JILL: Is this the only way? Climb down there

JILL: and up the other side?

Can't do that. It's too...dangerous.

PUDDLEGLUM: There is a bright side. If we break our necks getting down,

we won't have to worry about being drowned...

Look,

a giant's bridge!

Could be a trap.

We've got to look out for enchantment in a place like this.

That could just turn to a mist and melt away,

just when we're out on the middle of it.

Don't be such a wet blanket.

Why shouldn't it be a proper bridge?

Do you think the giants would have the brains to build a bridge like that?

It could have been built by clever giants.

What?

Built by clever giants,

the very kind we're looking for. That means we're on the right track,

the bridge leading to the old city.

EUSTACE: That's a real brainwave, Pole.

It must be that.

EUSTACE: Puddleglum.

It'll be a struggle up that slope. These steps are a bit steep.

I'll tell you something...

I know. If we break our necks slipping backwards

we won't break them slipping down the other side. Yes?

Oh, come on.

Argh...

Do something Marsh-wiggle!

Help me!

You alright?

Where are we now, Puddleglum?

Ettinsmoor is behind us. We face the great northern plain ahead.

Look!

Someone's coming.

Now, be careful.

Anybody we meet in this place is likely to be an enemy.

PUDDLEGLUM: But we mustn't let them think we're afraid.

And whatever you do, don't tell them anything.

JILL: At least they're not giants.

Why, good day to you, travellers.

Some of you are very young pilgrims to be walking this rough waste.

We're looking for the Ruined City of the giants.

GREEN LADY: That is a strange place to be seeking.

What will you do if you find it?

Begging your pardon ma'am, we don't know you or your silent friend

and we'd rather not discuss our business with strangers.

Do you think we'll have a little rain soon?

Well children, you have a wise, solemn guide with you,

and I think none the worse for him for keeping his own counsel,

but I shall be free with mine.

I have heard of the giant City Ruinous but have never met anyone

who would tell me the way to it. But, this road

leads eventually to the castle at Harfang.

And in Harfang you will find the Gentle Giants who are as mild,

civil, prudent and courteous, as the Giants of Ettinsmoor

are foolish, savage and stupid.

And shall we there hear tidings of the City Ruinous?

I know not, but certainly you will find good lodgings and merry hosts.

There you shall have hot steaming baths

and soft beds.

And the baked and the sweet will be on your table four times a day.

Think of sleeping in a bed again!

And hot baths! But do you think they will ask us to stay?

JILL: We don't know them, you see.

Only tell them that she of the Green Kirtle salutes them,

and has sent two fair southern children

for the Autumn Feast.

That's really kind.

Thank you very much.

But, have a care. On whatever day you reach Harfang,

come not to the door too late.

For they shut their gates a few hours after noon

and open to none, once they have drawn the bolt.

Fare thee well, and I mean that children. May you fare well.

What a lovely horse! And that beautiful green dress. Come on.

I'd give a good deal to know where she came from and where she's going to.

Up to no good, I shouldn't wonder.

I thought she was super. I hope this Harfang place isn't far.

I wish we knew a bit more about her.

I wanted to ask her all about herself, but how could I,

when you wouldn't tell her anything about us.

Why were you so unpleasant to them?

Them? I only saw one.

Didn't you see the Knight?

I saw a suit of armour. Why didn't he speak?

I expect he was shy.

I wonder what you'd see if you lifted up the visor and looked inside?

Oh hang it all, what else could be inside except a man?

A skeleton. Or maybe nothing at all. Or nothing you could see. Invisible.

Puddleglum, you do have the most horrible ideas.

You're always expecting the worst and you're always wrong.

Let's think about those Gentle Giants and get quickly to Harfang.

I don't think we should go to Harfang, not safe.

Oh really!

I don't know what a Gentle Giant is. Aslan's sign made

no mention of staying with giants.

Now look here, we're sick of the wind,

the rain and sleeping on cold earth. We want to enjoy warmth and comfort.

Now we know you're our guide but if you won't come then we'll...

Well then, we will go to Harfang, but

on one condition, you must both give me your promise that you won't

tell the giants we come from Narnia

and you won't tell anyone we're looking for Prince Rilian.

Alright, we agree.

Promise?

Alright, alright, we promise.

Both of you?

Both of us, promise.

Forward.

[MUSIC]

JILL: A castle! It must be Harfang. Hot baths tonight!

Oh yes!

I wouldn't be too sure. It's midday,

they'll be closing the city gates soon, we've got to get there fast.

Well hurry.

[HOWLING WIND]

It's so cold.

Come on, Puddleglum, nearly there.

Not so far now.

[SCREAM]

Are you hurt, Pole?

Both legs broken, I shouldn't wonder.

I'm perfectly alright thank you, but you'll have to help me out.

Wait a sec. It's not just a hole, it's too regular.

A kind of trench, or a lane.

If it's a sort of road we'd be out of the wind.

At least I'm out of the wind.

What happens further on?

I'll have a look.

PUDDLEGLUM: You be careful, Pole.

Might lead to a dragon's den.

And remember, it's giant country,

it'll be full of giant worms or giant beetles.

Where does that go to?

Nowhere much.

What do you mean, 'nowhere much'? She's in a dead funk. I'll have a look.

Steady boy.

[HOWLING WIND]

EUSTACE: Another one.

JILL: Nothing.

We'll have to hurry or we'll never get to Harfang in time.

But what a weird place. Why build trenches that lead nowhere?

No idea. Come on, we're late already.

Heave ho! Heave...heave ho!

Are you still sure of those signs, Pole?

Oh, bother the signs!

What signs are we supposed to be after now?

Something about someone saying Aslan's name.

I'm too cold to give a recitation here.

That's not the next one. Didn't Aslan's name come later?

Got the signs mixed up, I shouldn't wonder.

Haven't you noticed how regular some of these shapes are?

Something in the signs, I shouldn't wonder.

Whenever you say that it means something gloomy, so please stop.

Is this a time for stopping to admire the view? Let's get on!

It's getting dark. I think we should make camp here.

Look, look!

EUSTACE: Harfang! PUDDLEGLUM: Yes, well...

Oh, shut up! We haven't a moment to lose.

Don't you remember what the lady said about their locking up early?

JILL: We must get there in time.

We'll die if we're shut out in weather like this.

It's not exactly...

JILL/EUSTACE: Oh, come on!

Not yet it isn't...

EUSTACE: Hurry, hurry, Puddleglum.

Steady, leave this to me. Whatever you, do don't look frightened.

We've done the silliest thing in the world coming here,

but now we're here, we must put a bold face on it.

That Marsh-wiggle may be a wet blanket,

but he certainly has plenty of pluck.

And cheek!

PUDDLEGLUM: Ho there! Porter! Guests seeking lodgings for the night...

And remember, don't look frightened.

What kind of creature do you call yourself?

I'm a Marsh-wiggle.

Please sir, we're two southern children and this is Mr. Puddleglum,

and the lady of the Green Kirtles salutes the King of the Gentle Giants,

and she sent us to your Autumn Feast, if it's convenient that is?

Well, that's different, that is. The Autumn Feast?

Well, you best come in to the lodge while I send word to His Majesty.

Blue faces? I didn't know they were that colour.

I don't care for it, but I dare say you look quite nice to each other.

Our faces are only blue with cold. We're not this colour really.

Well, you best come in then and get warm. Come in, you little shrimps.

Come on then, come on in, that's it.

Come on, get yourselves by the fire. Get yourselves warm.

Now then lad, you run over to the house with this message.

Please, we're very hungry.

You'll be getting your victuals soon enough, don't you worry.

Now then Froggy, I think you look as if you need cheering up.

Here we are. It's a bit heavy for you, a cup or a glass would drown you.

I know,

here we are.

Puddleglum...

PUDDLEGLUM: Smells alright...

tastes alright too,

PUDDLEGLUM: but then it might at the first sip.

There'll be something nasty at the bottom, I shouldn't wonder.

Ha ha, ha ha.

That'll be a test, you see. If I suddenly curl up, or burst into flames,

or turn into a Marsh-wiggle or a lizard,

you'll know not to accept anything they offer.

Why, Froggy, you're a man! Did you see him put it away?

Not a man, not a frog...a Marsh-wiggle.

They're to go to the throne-room at once.

Respectowiggle, Marsh-wiggle. Respectable, very respectowiggle.

Show 'em the way then, young 'un. As for Froggy there,

I think you'd better carry him.

He's had a drop or two more than's good for him.

Put me down, put me down!

Come on.

Set the frog down.

Not a frog, a respectowiggle Marsh-diggle.

(Whispers) Tell them, Pole.

I can't.

If you please sire, the Lady of the Green Kirtle salutes you by us,

and said you'd like to have us for your Autumn Feast.

Oh, what good little children.

Quite excellent children indeed, welcome to our court.

Give me your hand.

What is that?

Reshpectodiggle.

The horrid thing! It's alive!

EUSTACE: He's all right really, Your Majesty.

You'll get to like him once you know him.

Know him? That thing?

Oh, the poor little child, out in the snow all day.

QUEEN: Take them away, give them food and drink and baths.

Give her lollipops give her dolls

QUEEN: and possets and comfits and lullabies and lovely cuddly toys.

I'm not that little.

Now little girl, don't cry or you won't be good for anything,

QUEEN: when the feast comes.

The Autumn Feast! Sweet little things.

NANNY: Now you've had a good dinner and a lovely hot bath,

you should sleep like a trout, my poppet.

And when you wake tomorrow, your clothes will be washed, ironed

and all laid out with everything a little girl could want to play with.

JILL: No!

ASLAN: Tell me the signs, child.

No!

ASLAN: Tell me the signs.

I must remember the signs...what are they?

The signs...I've got to remember the signs.

Go away. I'm trying to remember the signs.

I'm trying...I must remember the signs.

The signs...what are they?

ASLAN: You know what happens if you cannot remember.

Tell me the signs.

We won't know how to find Prince Rilian,

we'll never get back to our own world, we'll be stranded here.

Oh Aslan, please forgive me, please forgive me.

I'm sorry, please, please forgive me. Oh, go away...

Tell me the signs.

You know what happens if you cannot remember the signs.

Child!

Please!

Please...I'll try to remember the signs...I will...promise...

[KNOCK, KNOCK] EUSTACE: Pole, are you awake?

Come on in.

Good morning, here's pretty poppet's friends come to play with her.

There you are dears. And there you are, my pretty little one.

No need to tell you to be good because you're such a sweet little thing.

In fact, so good, it almost seems...

I slept and slept, I feel so much better, do you?

I do, but Puddleglum has a hangover...I mean a headache.

Look! A window seat.

EUSTACE: We'll be able to see right out.

Come on Puddleglum.

EUSTACE: The Ruined City. We can't have done it again.

I dreamt Aslan came and was terribly angry with me

because I hadn't remembered the signs.

EUSTACE: Look, there are the words:

'Under me'.

'Under me'? What can it mean, 'Under me'?

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