Travels Without The Sun
暗无天日的旅行
“Who‘s there？” shouted the three travellers.
“I am the Warden of the Marches of Underland， and with me stand a hundred Earthmen in arms，” came the reply. “Tell me quickly who you are and what is your errand in the Deep Realm？”
“We fell down by accident，” said Puddleglum， truthfully enough. “Many fall down， and few return to the sunlit lands，” said the voice.
“Make ready now to come with me to the Queen of the Deep Realm.” “What does she want with us？” asked Scrubb cautiously.
“I do not know，” said the voice. “Her will is not to be questioned but obeyed.”
While he said these words there was a noise like a soft explosion and immediately a cold light， grey with a little blue in it， flooded the cavern. All hope that the speaker had been idly boasting when he spoke of his hundred armed followers died at once. Jill found herself blinking and staring at a dense crowd. They were of all sizes， from little gnomes barely a foot high to stately figures taller than men. All carried three-pronged spears in their hands， and all were dreadfully pale， and
all stood as still as statues. Apart from that， they were very different；
some had tails and others not， some wore great beards and others had very round， smooth faces， big as pumpkins. There were long， pointednoses， and long， soft noses like small trunks， and great blobby noses. Several had single horns in the middle of their foreheads. But in one respect they were all alike： every face in the whole hundred was as sad as a face could be. They were so sad that， after the first glance， Jill almost forgot to be afraid of them. She felt she would like to cheer them up.
“Well！” said Puddleglum， rubbing his hands. “This is just what I needed. If these chaps don’t teach me to take a serious view of life， I don‘t know what will. Look at that fellow with the walrus moustache- or that one with the-”
“Get up，” said the leader of the Earthmen.
There was nothing else to be done. The three travellers scrambled to their feet and joined hands. One wanted the touch of a friend’s hand at a moment like that. And the Earthmen came all round them， padding on large， soft feet， on which some had ten toes， some twelve， and others none.
“March，” said the Warden： and march they did.
The cold light came from a large ball on the top of a long pole， and the tallest of the gnomes carried this at the head of the procession. By its cheerless rays they could see that they were in a natural cavern； the walls and roof were knobbed， twisted， and gashed into a thousand fantastic shapes， and the stony floor sloped downward as they proceeded. It was worse for Jill than for the others， because she hated dark， underground places. And when， as they went on， the cave got lower and narrower， and when， at last， the light-bearer stood aside， and the gnomes， one by one， stooped down （all except the very smallest ones） and stepped into a little dark crack and disappeared， she felt she could bear it no longer.
“I can‘t go in there， I can’t！ I can‘t！ I won’t！” she panted. The Earthmen said nothing but they all lowered their spears and pointed them at her. “Steady， Pole，” said Puddleglum. “Those big fellows wouldn‘t be crawling in there if it didn’t get wider later on. And there‘s one thingabout this underground work， we shan’t get any rain.” “Oh， you don‘t understand. I can’t，” wailed Jill.
“Think how I felt on that cliff， Pole，” said Scrubb. “You go first， Puddleglum， and I‘ll come after her.”
“That’s right，” said the Marsh-wiggle， getting down on his hands and knees. “You keep a grip of my heels， Pole， and Scrubb will hold on to yours. Then we‘ll all be comfortable.”
“Comfortable！” said Jill. But she got down and they crawled in on their elbows. It was a nasty place. You had to go flat on your face for what seemed like half an hour， though it may really have been only five minutes. It was hot. Jill felt she was being smothered. But at last a dim light showed ahead， the tunnel grew wider and higher， and they came out， hot， dirty， and shaken， into a cave so large that it scarcely seemed like a cave at all.
It was full of a dim， drowsy radiance， so that here they had no need of the Earthmen’s strange lantern. The floor was soft with some kind of moss and out of this grew many strange shapes， branched and tall like trees， but flabby like mushrooms. They stood too far apart to make a forest； it was more like a park. The light （a greenish grey） seemed to come both from them and from the moss， and it was not strong enough to reach the roof of the cave， which must have been a long way overhead. Across the mild， soft， sleepy place they were now made to march. It was very sad， but with a quiet sort of sadness like soft music.
Here they passed dozens of strange animals lying on the turf， either dead or asleep， Jill could not tell which. These were mostly of a dragonish or bat-like sort； Puddleglum did not know what any of them were.
“Do they grow here？” Scrubb asked the Warden. He seemed very surprised at being spoken to， but replied， “No. They are all beasts that have found their way down by chasms and caves， out of Overland into the Deep Realm. Many come down， and few return to the sunlit lands. It is said that they will all wake at the end of the world.”
His mouth shut like a box when he had said this， and in the great silence of that cave the children felt that they would not dare to speak again. The bare feet of the gnomes， padding on the deep moss， madeno sound. There was no wind， there were no birds， there was no sound of water. There was no sound of breathing from the strange beasts.
When they had walked for several miles， they came to a wall of rock， and in it a low archway leading into another cavern. It was not， however， so bad as the last entrance and Jill could go through it without bending her head. It brought them into a smaller cave， long and narrow， about the shape and size of a cathedral. And here， filling almost the whole length of it， lay an enormous man fast asleep. He was far bigger than any of the giants， and his face was not like a giant‘s， but noble and beautiful. His breast rose and fell gently under the snowy beard which covered him to the waist. A pure， silver light （no one saw where it came from） rested upon him.
“Who’s that？” asked Puddleglum. And it was so long since anyone had spoken， that Jill wondered how he had the nerve.
