“Very shrewd， Frog.face，” said the Knight， clapping Puddleglum on the shoulder and laughing again. “And you have hit the truth. She is of divine race， and knows neither age nor death. I am the more thankful to her for all her infinite bounty to such a poor mortal wretch as I. For you must know， Sirs， I am a man under most strange afflictions， and none but the Queen‘s grace would have had patience with me. Patience， said I？ But it goes far beyond that. She has promised me a great kingdom in Overland and， when I am king， her own most gracious hand in marriage. But the tale is too long for you to hear fasting and standing. Hi there， some of you！ Bring wine and Updwellers’ food for my guests. Please you， be seated， gentlemen. Little maiden， sit in this chair. You shall hear it all.”
In The Dark Castle
When the meal （which was pigeon pie， cold ham， salad， nd cakes） had been brought， and all had drawn their chairs p to the table and begun， the Knight continued：