“I don’t know about Anyone，” said Puddleglum. “And won‘t say I haven’t heard of that Ruined City. You ouldn‘t start from the fountain， though. You’d have to go cross Ettinsmoor. That‘s where the Ruined City is， if it’s nywhere. But I‘ve been as far in that direction as most eople and I never got to any ruins， so I won’t deceive you.” “Where‘s Ettinsmoor？” said Scrubb.
“Look over there northward，” said Puddleglum， pointing ith his pipe. “See those hills and bits of cliff ？ That’s the eginning of Ettinsmoor. But there‘s a river between it and s； the river Shribble. No bridges， of course.”
“I suppose we can ford it， though，” said Scrubb.
“Well， it has been forded，” admitted the Marsh.wiggle. “Perhaps we shall meet people on Ettinsmoor who can ll us the way，” said Jill.
“You’re right about meeting people，” said Puddleglum. “What sort of people live there？” she asked.
“It‘s not for me to say they aren’t all right in their ownay，” answered Puddleglum. “If you like their way.”
“Yes， but what are they？” pressed Jill. “There are so many ueer creatures in this country. I mean， are they animals， or irds， or dwarfs， or what？”