CHAPTER SEVEN THE HILL OF THE STRANGE TRENCHES（第3/3页）

“Now，Froggy,”said the Porter to Puddleglum，“you look as if you wanted some cheering up.”He produced a black bottle very like Puddleglum’s own，but about twenty times larger. “Let me see，let me see,”said the Porter. “I can’t give you a cup or you’ll drown yourself. Let me see. This salt-cellar will be just the thing. You needn’t mention it over at the House. The silver will keep on getting over here，and it’s not my fault.”

The salt-cellar was not very like one of ours，being narrower and more upright，and made quite a good cup for Puddleglum， when the giant set it down on the floor beside him. The children expected Puddleglum to refuse it，distrusting the Gentle Giants as he did. But he muttered，“It’s rather late to be thinking of precautions now that we’re inside and the door shut behind us.”Then he sniffed at the liquor. “Smells all right,”he said. “But that’s nothing to go by. Better make sure,”and took a sip. “Tastes all right，too,”he said. “But it might do that at the first sip. How does it go on ？”He took a larger sip. “Ah ！”he said. “But is it the same all the way down ？”and took another. “There’ll be something nasty at the bottom，I shouldn’t wonder,”he said，and finished the drink. He licked his lips and remarked to the children， “This’ll be a test，you see. If I curl up，or burst，or turn into a lizard，or something，then you’ll know not to take anything they offer you.”But the giant，who was too far up to hear the things Puddleglum had been saying under his breath，roared with laughter and said，“Why，Froggy，you’re a man. See him put it away ！”

“Not a man...Marsh-wiggle,”replied Puddleglum in a somewhat indistinct voice. “Not frog either：Marsh-wiggle.”

At that moment the door opened behind them and the younger giant came in saying，“They’re to go to the throne-room at once.”

The children stood up but Puddleglum remained sitting and said，“Marsh-wiggle. Marsh-wiggle. Very respectable Marsh-wiggle. Respectowiggle.”

“Show them the way，young’un,”said the giant Porter. “You’d better carry Froggy. He’s had a drop more than’s good for him.”

“Nothing wrong with me,”said Puddleglum. “Not a frog. Nothing frog with me. I’m a respectabiggle.”

But the young giant caught him up by the waist and signed to the children to follow. In this undignified way they crossed the courtyard. Puddleglum，held in the giant’s fist，and vaguely kicking the air，did certainly look very like a frog. But they had little time to notice this，for they soon entered the great doorway of the main castle-both their hearts beating faster than usual-and，after pattering along several corridors at a trot to keep up

with the giant’s paces，found themselves blinking in the light of an enormous room，where lamps glowed and a fire roared on the hearth and both were reflected from the gilding of roof and cornice. More giants than they could count stood on their left and right，all in magnificent robes；and on two thrones at the far end，sat two huge shapes that appeared to be the King and Queen.

About twenty feet from the thrones，they stopped. Scrubb and Jill made an awkward attempt at a bow（girls are not taught how to curtsey at Experiment House）and the young giant carefully put Puddleglum down on the floor，where he collapsed into a sort of sitting position. With his long limbs he looked，to tell the truth， uncommonly like a large spider.