“Welcome friends，” said Tirian. “I fear this is the best palace that the King of Narnia can now offer to his guests.” Tirian was pleased to see that the two strangers had been well brought up. They both said not to mention it and thatthey were sure it would be very nice.
As a matter of fact it was not particularly nice. It was rather dark and smelled very damp. There was only one room in it and this room went right up to the stone roof： a wooden staircase in one corner led up to a trap door by which you could get out on the battlements. There were a few rude bunks to sleep in， and a great many lockers and bundles. There was also a hearth which looked as if nobody had lit a fire in it for a great many years.
“We’d better go out and gather some firewood first thing，adn‘t we？” said Jill.
