The Prince and the two children were standing with their heads hung down， their cheeks flushed， their eyes half closed； the strength all gone from them； the enchantment almost complete. But Puddleglum， desperately gathering all his strength， walked over to the fire. Then he did a very brave thing. He knew it wouldn‘t hurt him quite as much as it would hurt a human； for his feet （which were bare） were webbed and hard and cold.blooded like a duck’s. But he knew it would hurt him badly enough； and so it did. With his bare foot he stamped on the fire， grinding a large part of it into ashes on the flat hearth. And three things happened at once.
First， the sweet heavy smell grew very much less. For though the whole fire had not been put out， a good bit of it had， and what remained smelled very largely of burntarsh.wiggle， which is not at all an enchanting smell. This stantly made everyone‘s brain far clearer. The Prince and he children held up their heads again and opened their yes.
