It’s northbound we are. We’re sure to die now; headed straight into the mountains and Giantlands. I never did trust the giants. And we’re to look for a ruined city. No telling what sort of trouble we’ll get into there. There’s most likely all sorts of vicious creatures hiding in the rubble, and who knows when a crumbling wall will fall down on top of you. On top of that, it’s the wrong time of year to be traveling north. We’re definitely certain to get stuck in a snowstorm and freeze to death. If the giants, mountain cliffs, rockslides, and wild animals don’t get us first. And assuming we even make it there. We could die crossing the Shribble. The Children have spirit at least. The Pole-girl has no clue what she’s doing, but at least she’s got pluck. Apparently, she's got a list of signs from Aslan that we're supposed to follow to find the lost prince.
But anyway, we’re all packed up and headed for Aslan-knows-what tomorrow. If this doesn’t kill us, it will most certainly get rid of all those high spirits of mine.
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