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when shasta had finished his breakfast (which was by far the nicest he had ever eaten), bree said, "i think ill have a nice roll before we put on that saddle again." and he proceeded to do so. "thats good. thats very good," he said, rubbing his back on the turf and waving all four legs in the air. "you ought to have one too, shasta," he snorted. "its most refreshing.”
but shasta burst out laughing and said,"you do look funny when youre on your back!”
"i look nothing of the sort," said bree. but then suddenly he rolled round on his side, raised his head and looked hard at shasta, blowing a little.
"does it really look funny?" he asked in an anxious voice.
"yes, it does," replied shasta. "but what does it matter?”
"you dont think, do you," said bree, "that it might be a thing talking horses never do - a silly, clownish trick ive learned from the dumb ones? it would be dreadful to find, when i get back to narnia, that ive picked up a lot of low, bad habits. what do you think, shasta? honestly, now. dont spare my feelings. should you think the real, free horses - the talking kind - do roll?”
"how should i know? anyway i dont think i should bother about it if i were you. weve got to get there first. do you know the way?”
"i know my way to tashbaan. after that comes the desert. oh, well manage the desert somehow, never fear. why, well be in sight of the northern mountains then. think of it!
to narnia and the north! nothing will stop us then. but id be glad to be past tashbaan.
you and i are safer away from cities.”
"cant we avoid it?”
"not without going along way inland, and that would take us into cultivated land and main roads; and i wouldnt know the way. no, well just have to creep along the coast. up here on the downs well meet nothing but sheep and rabbits and gulls and a few shepherds. and by the way, what about starting?”
shastas legs ached terribly as he saddled bree and climbed into the saddle, but the horse was kindly to him and went at a soft pace all afternoon. when evening twilight came they dropped by steep tracks into a valley and found a village. before they got into it shasta di【创建和谐家园】ounted and entered it on foot to buy a loaf and some onions and radishes. the horse trotted round by the fields in the dusk and met shasta at the far side. this became their regular plan every second night.
these were great days for shasta, and every day better than the last as his muscles hardened and he fell less often. even at the end of his training bree still said he sat like a bag of flour in the saddle. "and even if it was safe, young un, id be ashamed to be seen with you on the main road." but in spite of his rude words bree was a patient teacher. no one can teach riding so well as a horse. shasta learned to trot, to canter, to jump, and to keep his seat even when bree pulled up suddenly or swung unexpectedly to the left or the right - which, as bree told him, was a thing you might have to do at any moment in a battle. and then of course shasta begged to be told of the battles and wars in which bree had carried the tarkaan. and bree would tell of forced marches and the fording of swift rivers, of charges and of fierce fights between cavalry and cavalry when the war horses fought as well as the men, being all fierce stallions, trained to bite and kick, and to rear at the right moment so that the horses weight as well as the riders would come down on a enemys crest in the stroke of sword or battleaxe. but bree did not want to talk about the wars as often as shasta wanted to hear about them. "dont speak of them, youngster," he would say. "they were only the tisrocs wars and i fought in them as a slave and a dumb beast. give me the narnian wars where i shall fight as a free horse among my own people! those will be wars worth talking about. narnia and the north! bra- ha-ha! broo hoo!”
shasta soon learned, when he heard bree talking like that, to prepare for a gallop.
after they had travelled on for weeks and weeks past more bays and headlands and rivers and villages than shasta could remember, there came a moonlit night when they started their journey at evening, having slept during the day. they had left the downs behind them and were crossing a wide plain with a forest about half a mile away on their left.
the sea, hidden by low sandhills, was about the same distance on their right. they had jogged along for about an hour, sometimes trotting and sometimes walking, when bree suddenly stopped.
"whats up?" said shasta.
"s-s-ssh!" said bree, craning his neck round and twitching his ears. "did you hear something? listen.”
"it sounds like another horse - between us and the wood," said shasta after he had listened for about a minute.
"it is another horse," said bree. "and thats what i dont like.”
"isnt it probably just a farmer riding home late?" said shasta with a yawn.
"dont tell me!" said bree. "thats not a farmers riding. nor a farmers horse either. cant you tell by the sound? thats quality, that horse is. and its being ridden by a real horseman. i tell you what it is, shasta. theres a tarkaan under the edge of that wood.
not on his war horse - its too light for that. on a fine blood mare, i should say.”
"well, its stopped now, whatever it is," said shasta.
"youre right," said bree. "and why should he stop just when we do? shasta, my boy, i do believe theres someone shadowing us at last.”
"what shall we do?" said shasta in a lower whisper than before. "do you think he can see us as well as hear us?”
"not in this light so long as we stay quite still," answered bree. "but look! theres a cloud coming up. ill wait till that gets over the moon. then well get off to our right as quietly as we can, down to the shore. we can hide among the sandhills if the worst comes to the worst.”
they waited till the cloud covered the moon and then, first at a walking pace and afterwards at a gentle trot, made for the shore.
the cloud was bigger and thicker than it had looked at first and soon the night grew very dark. just as shasta was saying to himself, "we must be nearly at those sandhills by
now," his heart leaped into his mouth because an appalling noise had suddenly risen up out of the darkness ahead; a long snarling roar, melancholy and utterly savage. instantly bree swerved round and began galloping inland again as fast as he could gallop.
"what is it?" gasped shasta.
"lions!" said bree, without checking his pace or turning his head.
after that there was nothing but sheer galloping for some time. at last they splashed across a wide, shallow stream and bree came to a stop on the far side. shasta noticed that he was trembling and sweating all over.
"that water may have thrown the brute off our scent," panted bree when he had partly got his breath again. "we can walk for a bit now.”
as they walked bree said, "shasta, im ashamed of myself. im just as frightened as a common, dumb calor mene horse. i am really. i dont feel like a talking horse at all. i dont mind swords and lances and arrows but i cant bear - those creatures. i think ill trot for a bit.”
about a minute later, however, he broke into a gallop again, and no wonder. for the roar broke out again, this time on their left from the direction of the forest.
"two of them," moaned bree.
when they had galloped for several minutes without any further noise from the lions shasta said, "i say! that other horse is galloping beside us now. only a stones throw away.”
"all the b-better," panted bree. "tarkaan on it - will have a sword - protect us all.”
"but, bree!" said shasta. "we might just as well be killed by lions as caught. or 1 might.
theyll hang me for horsestealing." he was feeling less frightened of lions than bree because he had never met a lion; bree had.
bree only snorted in answer but he did sheer away to his right. oddly enough the other horse seemed also to be sheering away to the left, so that in a few seconds the space between them had widened a good deal. but as soon as it did so there came two more lions roars, immediately after one another, one on the right and the other on the left, the horses began drawing nearer together. so, apparently, did the lions. the roaring of the brutes on each side was horribly close and they seemed to be keeping up with the galloping horses quite easily. then the cloud rolled away. the moonlight, astonishingly bright, showed up everything almost as if it were broad day. the two horses and two riders were galloping neck to neck and knee to knee just as if they were in a race. indeed bree said (afterwards) that a finer race had never been seen in calormen.
shasta now gave himself up for lost and began to wonder whether lions killed you quickly or played with you as a cat plays with a mouse and how much it would hurt. at the same time (one sometimes does this at the most frightful moments) he noticed everything. he saw that the other rider was a very 【创建和谐家园】all, slender person, mail-clad (the moon shone on the mail) and riding magnificently. he had no beard.
something flat and shining was spread out before them. before shasta had time even to guess what it was there was a great splash and he found his mouth half full of salt water. the shining thing had been a long inlet of the sea. both horses were swimming and the water was up to shastas knees.
there was an angry roaring behind them and looking back shasta saw a great, shaggy, and terrible shape crouched on the waters edge; but only one. "we must have shaken off the other lion," he thought.
the lion apparently did not think its prey worth a wetting; at any rate it made no attempt to take the water in pursuit. the two horses, side by side, were now well out into the middle of the creek and the opposite shore could be clearly seen. the tarkaan had not yet spoken a word. "but he will," thought shasta. "as soon as we have landed. what am i to say? i must begin thinking out a story.”
then, suddenly, two voices spoke at his side.
"oh, i am so tired," said the one. "hold your tongue, hwin, and dont be a fool," said the other.
"im dreaming," thought shasta. "i could have sworn that other horse spoke.”
soon the horses were no longer swimming but walking and soon with a great sound of water running off their sides and tails and with a great crunching of pebbles under eight hoofs, they came out on the farther beach of the inlet. the tarkaan, to shastas surprise, showed no wish to ask questions. he did not even look at shasta but seemed anxious to urge his horse straight on. bree, however, at once shouldered himself in the other horses way.
"broo-hoo-hah!" he snorted. "steady there! i heard you, i did. theres no good pretending, maam. 1 heard you. youre a talking horse, a narnian horse just like me.”
"whats it got to do with you if she is?" said the strange rider fiercely, laying hand on sword-hilt. but the voice in which the words were spoken had already told shasta something.
"why, its only a girl!" he exclaimed.
"and what business is it of yours if i am only a girl?" snapped the stranger. "youre probably only a boy: a rude, common little boy - a slave probably, whos stolen his masters horse.”
"thats all you know," said shasta.
"hes not a thief, little tarkheena," said bree. "at least, if theres been any stealing, you might just as well say i stole him. and as for its not being my business, you wouldnt expect me to pass a lady of my own race in this strange country without speaking to her?
its only natural i should.”
"i think its very natural too," said the mare.
"i wish youd held your tongue, hwin," said the girl. "look at the trouble youve got us into.”
"i dont know about trouble," said shasta. "you can clear off as soon as you like. we shant keep you.”
"no, you shant," said the girl.
"what quarrelsome creatures these humans are," said bree to the mare. "theyre as bad as mules. lets try to talk a little sense. i take it, maam, your story is the same as mine?
captured in early youth - years of slavery among the calormenes?”
"too true, sir," said the mare with a melancholy whinny.
"and now, perhaps - escape?”
"tell him to mind his own business, hwin," said the girl.
"no, i wont, aravis," said the mare putting her ears back. "this is my escape just as much as yours. and im sure a noble war-horse like this is not going to betray us. we are trying to escape, to get to narnia.”
"and so, of course, are we," said bree. "of course you guessed that at once. a little boy in rags riding (or trying to ride) a war-horse at dead of night couldnt mean anything but an escape of some sort. and, if i may say so, a highborn tarkheena riding alone at night - dressed up in her brothers armour - and very anxious for everyone to mind their own business and ask her no questions - well, if thats not fishy, call me a cob!”
"all right then," said aravis. "youve guessed it. hwin and i are running away. we are trying to get to narnia. and now, what about it?”
"why, in that case, what is to prevent us all going together?" said bree. "i trust, madam hwin, you will accept such assistance and protection as i may be able to give you on the journey?”
"why do you keep talking to my horse instead of to me?" asked the girl.
"excuse me, tarkheena," said bree (with just the slightest backward tilt of his ears), "but thats calormene talk. were free narnians, hwin and i, and i suppose, if youre running away to narnia, you want to be one too. in that case hwin isnt your horse any longer.
one might just as well say youre her human.”
the girl opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. obviously she had not quite seen it in that light before.
"still," she said after a moments pause, "i dont know that theres so much point in all going together. arent we more likely to be noticed?”
"less," said bree; and the mare said, "oh do lets. i should feel much more comfortable.
were not even certain of the way. im sure a great charger like this knows far more than we do.”
"oh come on, bree," said shasta, "and let them go their own way. cant you see they dont want us?”
"we do," said hwin.
"look here," said the girl. "i dont mind going with you, mr war-horse, but what about this boy? how do i know hes not a spy?”
"why dont you say at once that you think im not good enough for you?" said shasta.
"be quiet, shasta," said bree. "the tarkheenas question is quite reasonable. ill vouch for the boy, tarkheena. hes been true to me and a good friend. and hes certainly either a narnian or an archenlander.”
"all right, then. lets go together." but she didnt say anything to shasta and it was obvious that she wanted bree, not him.
"splendid!" said bree. "and now that weve got the water between us and those dreadful animals, what about you two humans taking off our saddles and our all having a rest and hearing one anothers stories.”
both the children unsaddled their horses and the horses had a little grass and aravis produced rather nice things to eat from her saddle-bag? but shasta sulked and said no thanks, and that he wasnt hungry. and he tried to put on what he thought very grand and stiff manners, but as a fishermans but is not usually a good place for learning grand
manners, the result was dreadful. and he half knew that it wasnt a success and then became sulkier and more awkward than ever. meanwhile the two horses were getting on splendidly. they remembered the very same places in narnia - "the grasslands up above beaversdam" and found that they were some sort of second cousins once removed. this made things more and more uncomfortable for the humans until at last bree said, "and now, tarkheena, tell us your story. and dont hurry it - im feeling comfortable now.”
aravis immediately began, sitting quite still and using a rather different tone and style from her usual one. for in calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing youre taught, just as english boys and girls are taught essay-writing. the difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas i never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.
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CHAPTER THREE
大;学，生，小，说'网
at the gates of tashbaan "mr name," said the girl at once, "is aravis tarkheena and i am the only daughter of kidrash tarkaan, the son of rishti tarkaan, the son of kidrash tarkaan, the son of ilsombreh tisroc, the son of ardeeb tisroc who was descended in a right line from the god tash. my father is the lord of the province of calavar and is one who has the right of standing on his feet in his shoes before the face of tisroc himself (may he live for ever).
my mother (on whom be the peace of the gods) is dead and my father has married another wife. one of my brothers has fallen in battle against the rebels in the far west and the other is a child. now it came to pass that my fathers wife, my step- mother, hated me, and the sun appeared dark in her eyes as long as i lived in my fathers house. and so she persuaded my father to promise me in marriage to ahoshta tarkaan. now this ahoshta is of base birth, though in these latter years he has won the favour of the tisroc (may he live for ever) by flattery and evil counsels, and is now made a tarkaan and the lord of many cities and is likely to be chosen as the grand vizier when the present grand vizier dies.
moreover he is at least sixty years old and has a hump on his back and his face resembles that of an ape. nevertheless my father, because of the wealth and power of this ahoshta, and being persuaded by his wife, sent messengers offering me in marriage, and the offer was favourably accepted and ahoshta sent word that he would marry me this very year at the time of high summer.
"when this news was brought to me the sun appeared dark in my eyes and i laid myself on my bed and wept for a day. but on the second day i rose up and washed my face and caused my mare hwin to be saddled and took with me a sharp dagger which my brother had carried in the western wars and rode out alone. and when my fathers house was out of sight and i was come to a green open place in a certain wood where there were no dwellings of men, i di【创建和谐家园】ounted from hwin my mare and took out the dagger. then i parted my clothes where i thought the readiest way lay to my heart and i prayed to all the
gods that as soon as i was dead i might find myself with my brother. after that i shut my eyes and my teeth and prepared to drive the dagger into my heart. but before i had done so, this mare spoke with the voice of one of the daughters of men and said, "o my mistress, do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune but all the dead are dead alike.”
"i didnt say it half so well as that," muttered the mare.
"hush, maam, hush," said bree, who was thoroughly enjoying the story. "shes telling it in the grand calormene manner and no story-teller in a tisrocs court could do it better.
pray go on, tarkheena.”
"when i heard the language of men uttered by my mare," continued aravis, "i said to myself, the fear of death has disordered my reason and subjected me to delusions. and i became full of shame for none of my lineage ought to fear death more than the biting of a gnat. therefore i addressed myself a second time to the stabbing, but hwin came near to me and put her head in between me and the dagger and discoursed to me most excellent reasons and rebuked me as a mother rebukes her daughter. and now my wonder was so great that i forgot about killing myself and about ahoshta and said, `o my mare, how have you learned to speak like one of the daughters of men? and hwin told me what is known to all this company, that in narnia there are beasts that talk, and how she herself was stolen from thence when she was a little foal. she told me also of the woods and waters of narnia and the castles and the great ships, till i said, `in the name of tash and azaroth and zardeenah lady of the night, i have a great wish to be in that country of narnia. `o my mistress, answered the mare, `if you were in narnia you would be happy, for in that land no maiden is forced to marry against her will. "and when we had talked together for a great time hope returned to me and i rejoiced that i had not killed myself. moreover it was agreed between hwin and me that we should steal ourselves away together and we planned it in this fashion. we returned to my fathers house and i put on my gayest clothes and sang and danced before my father and pretended to be delighted with the marriage which he had prepared for me. also i said to him, `o my father and o the delight of my eyes, give me your licence and permission to go with one of my maidens alone for three days into the woods to do secret sacrifices to zardeenah, lady of the night and of maidens, as is proper and customary for damsels when they must bid farewell to the service of zardeenah and prepare themselves for marriage. and he answered, `o my daughter and o the delight of my eyes, so shall it be. "but when i came out from the presence of my father i went immediately to the oldest of his slaves, his secretary, who had dandled me on his knees when i was a baby and loved me more than the air and the light. and i swore him to be secret and begged him to write a certain letter for me. and he wept and implored me to change my resolution but in the end he said, `to hear is to obey, and did all my will. and i sealed the letter and hid it in my bosom.”
"but what was in the letter?" asked shasta.