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.”
