CHAPTER SIX THE WILD WASTE LANDS OF THE NORTH（第3/5页）

“Why，it must be a giants’ bridge ！”said Jill.

“Or a sorcerer’s，more likely,”said Puddleglum. “We’ve got to look out for enchantments in a place like this. I think it’s a trap. I think it’ll turn into mist and melt away just when we’re out on the middle of it.”

“Oh，for goodness’ sake，don’t be such a wet blanket,” said Scrubb. “Why on earth shouldn’t it be a proper bridge ？”

“Do you think any of the giants we’ve seen would have sense to build a thing like that ？ ”said Puddleglum.

“But mightn’t it have been built by other giants ？”said Jill. “I mean，by giants who lived hundreds of years ago，and were far cleverer than the modern kind. It might have been built by the same ones who built the giant city we’re looking for. And that would mean we were on the right track—the old bridge leading to the old city ！”

“That’s a real brain-wave，Pole,”said Scrubb. “It must be that. Come on.”

So they turned and went to the bridge. And when they reached it，it certainly seemed solid enough. The single stones were as big as those at Stonehenge and must have been squared by good masons once，though now they were cracked and crumbled. The balustrade had apparently been covered with rich carvings，of which some traces remained；mouldering faces and forms of giants， minotaurs，squids，centipedes，and dreadful gods. Puddleglum still didn’t trust it，but he consented to cross it with the children.

The climb up to the crown of the arch was long and heavy. In many places the great stones had dropped out，leaving horrible gaps through which you looked down on the river foaming thousands of feet below. They saw an eagle fly through under their feet. And the higher they went，the colder it grew，and the wind blew so that they could hardly keep their footing. It seemed to shake the bridge.

When they reached the top and could look down the farther slope of the bridge，they saw what looked like the remains of an ancient giant road stretching away before them into the heart of the mountains. Many stones of its pavement were missing and there were wide patches of grass between those that remained. And riding towards them on that ancient road were two people of normal grown-up human size.

“Keep on. Move towards them,”said Puddleglum. “Anyone you meet in a place like this is as likely as not to be an enemy，but we mustn’t let them think we’re afraid.”

By the time they had stepped off the end of the bridge onto the grass，the two strangers were quite close. One was a knight in complete armour with his visor down. His armour and his horse were black；there was no device on his shield and no banneret on his spear. The other was a lady on a white horse，a horse so lovely that you wanted to kiss its nose and give it a lump of sugar at once. But the lady，who rode side-saddle and wore a long，fluttering dress of dazzling green，was lovelier still.

“Good day，t-r-r-avellers,”she cried out in a voice as sweet as the sweetest bird’s song，trilling her R’s delightfully. “Some of you are young pilgrims to walk this rough waste.”

“That’s as may be，Ma’am,”said Puddleglum very stiffly and on his guard.

“We’re looking for the ruined city of the giants,”said Jill.

“The r-r-ruined city ？”said the Lady. “That is a strange place to be seeking. What will you do if you find it ？”

“We’ve got to—”began Jill，but Puddleglum interrupted.

“Begging your pardon，Ma’am. But we don’t know you or your friend—a silent chap，isn’t he ？ —and you don’t know us. And we’d as soon not talk to strangers about our business，if you don’t mind. Shall we have a little rain soon，do you think ？”

The Lady laughed：the richest，most musical laugh you can imagine. “Well，children,”she said，“you have a wise，solemn old guide with you. I think none the worse of him for keeping his own counsel，but I’ll be free with mine. I have often heard the name of the giantish City Ruinous，but never met any who would tell me the way thither. This road leads to the burgh and castle of Harfang，where dwell the gentle giants. They are as mild， civil，prudent，and courteous as those of Ettinsmoor are foolish， fierce，savage，and given to all beastliness. And in Harfang you may or may not hear tidings of the City Ruinous，but certainly you shall find good lodgings and merry hosts. You would be wise to winter there，or，at the least，to tarry certain days for your ease and refreshment. There you shall have steaming baths，soft beds， and bright hearths；and the roast and the baked and the sweet and the strong will be on the table four times in a day.”