“Will your Highness not put on armour？” asked Puddleglum. “I don’t like the look of those” .and he pointed down to the street. Everyone looked down. Dozens of creatures （and now that they were close， they obviously were Earthmen） were coming up from the direction of the harbour. But they were not moving like an aimless crowd. They behaved like modern soldiers in an attack， making rushes and taking cover， anxious not to be seen from the castle windows.
“I dare not see the inside of that armour again，” said the rince. “I rode in it as in a movable dungeon， and it stinks f magic and slavery. But I will take the shield.”
He left the room and returned with a strange light in his yes a moment later.
