“There’s nothing in the world he can say or do that‘ll ake me change my mind，” said Jill.
“Hush！ Something’s happening，” said Puddleglum.
The Knight was moaning. His face was as pale as putty， nd he writhed in his bonds. And whether because she was orry for him， or for some other reason， Jill thought that he oked a nicer sort of man than he had looked before.
“Ah，” he groaned. “Enchantments， enchant.ments . . . he heavy， tangled， cold， clammy web of evil magic. Buried ive. Dragged down under the earth， down into the sooty lackness . . . how many years is it？ . . . Have I lived ten ears， or a thousand years， in the pit？ Maggotmen all round me. Oh， have mercy. Let me out， let me go back. et me feel the wind and see the sky . . . There used to be a ttle pool. When you looked down into it you could see all he trees growing upside.down in the water， all green， and elow them， deep， very deep， the blue sky.”
He had been speaking in a low voice； now he looked up，xed his eyes upon them， and said loud and clear：
