No Words, But Deeds
The scent of the fire mingled with honeyed words, suppressing every resistant thought. It would be lovely to accept what the Lady said: no sun, no Narnia, no Lion. Agreeing would even have the happy consequence of pleasing her.
An errant thought drifted through his mind, of an ancient Marshwiggle bouncing him on her knee and reciting stories of a Lion who died to save a boy. What had this Lady done, really, besides make him feel sleepy? Suddenly, fiercely, Puddleglum decided to follow the Lion, even if there was no Lion to follow, and moved toward the magic fire.