For of course Eustace had been having a very different time from Jill during the last few minutes. He had heard Jill cry out and seen her disappear into the unknown. Like the Prince and Puddleglum， he thought that some enemies had caught her. And from down below he didn‘t see that the pale， blueish light was moonlight. He thought the hole would lead only into some other cave， lit by some ghostly phosphorescence and filled with goodness.knows.what evil creatures of the Underworld. So that when he had persuaded Puddleglum to give him a leg up， and drawn his sword， and poked out his head， he had really been doing a very brave thing. The others would have done it first if they could， but the hole was too small for them to climb through. Eustace was a little bigger， and a lot clumsier， than Jill， so that when he looked out he bumped his head against the top of the hole and brought a small avalanche of snow down on his face. And so， when he could see again， and saw dozens of figures coming at him as hard as they could run， it is not surprising that he tried to ward them off.
“Stop， Eustace， stop，” cried Jill. “They’re all friends. Can‘t you see？ We’ve come up in Narnia. Everything‘s all right.”
