“Too true， too true，” said the Owl sadly， shaking its big ead. “But who are you？ There‘s something magic about ou two. I saw you arrive： you flew. Everyone else was so usy seeing the King off that nobody knew. Except me. I appened to notice you， you flew.”
“We were sent here by Aslan，” said Eustace in a low voice. “Tu.whoo， tu.whoo！” said the Owl， ruffling out its athers. “This is almost too much for me， so early in the vening. I’m not quite myself till the sun‘s down.”
“And we’ve been sent to find the lost Prince，” said Jill， who ad been anxiously waiting to get into the conversation. “It‘s the first I’ve heard about it，” said Eustace. “What rince？”
“You had better come and speak to the Lord Regent t once，” it said. “That‘s him， over there in the donkey arriage； Trumpkin the Dwarf.” The bird turned and began ading the way， muttering to itself， “Whoo！ Tu.whoo！ What to.do！ I can’t think clearly yet. It‘s too early.”
“What is the King’s name？” asked Eustace.
