"Puddleglum!" Eustace spluttered, the first to recover from the surprise of finding the Marshwiggle in war-weary England, "How on earth did you get here?"

The Wiggle lowered his head closer to Scrubb and as he did so, all the water slid off the brim of his hat and onto the unfortunate boy. "By walking and minding my own business, I daresay," he said, ignoring the furious glare directed first at him and then at the giggling Pole, "though it seems I must have offended someone that I should suddenly find myself no longer amongst the marshes but here instead."