The prisoner was now so straining at his bonds that they cut into his wrists and ankles. “Beware，” he said. “Beware. One night I did break them. But the witch was there that time. You will not have her to help you tonight. Free me now， and I am your friend. I‘m your mortal enemy else.”
“Cunning， isn’t he？” said Puddleglum.
“Once and for all，” said the prisoner， “I adjure you to set me free. By all fears and all loves， by the bright skies of Overland， by the great Lion， by Aslan himself， I charge you.”
“Oh！” cried the three travellers as though they had been hurt.
“It‘s the sign，” said Puddleglum.
“It was the words of the sign，” said Scr ubb more cautiously.
“Oh， what are we to do？” said Jill.
