After that talk with the Lady things got worse in two different ways. In the first place the country was much harder. The road led through endless， narrow valleys down which a cruel north wind was always blowing in their faces. There was nothing that could be used for firewood， and there were no nice little hollows to camp in， as there hadeen on the moor. And the ground was all stony， and made our feet sore by day and every bit of you sore by night.
In the second place， whatever the Lady had intended y telling them about Harfang， the actual effect on the hildren was a bad one. They could think about nothing but eds and baths and hot meals and how lovely it would be to et indoors. They never talked about Aslan， or even about he lost Prince， now. And Jill gave up her habit of repeating he signs over to herself every night and morning. She aid to herself， at first， that she was too tired， but she soon orgot all about it. And though you might have expected hat the idea of having a good time at Harfang would have ade them more cheerful， it really made them more sorry or themselves and more grumpy and snappy with each ther and with Puddleglum.
