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〃there； cousins；〃 he said； 〃dismiss it all from your minds and be forted。 here is water and there is grass。 you shall have a hot mash when i have milked my other cousins； the goats。鈥�
〃sir；〃 said hwin； finding her voice at last； 〃will the tarkheena live？ has the lion killed her？鈥�
〃i who know many present things by my art；〃 replied the hermit with a smile； 〃have yet little knowledge of things future。 therefore i do not know whether any man or woman or beast in the whole world will be alive when the sun sets tonight。 but be of good hope。
the damsel is likely to live as long as any of her age。鈥�
when aravis came to herself she found that she was lying on her face on a low bed of extraordinary softness in a cool； bare room with walls of undressed stone。 she couldnt understand why she had been laid on her face； but when she tried to turn and felt the hot； burning pains all over her back； she remembered； and realized why。 she couldnt understand what delightfully springy stuff the bed was made of； because it was made of heather （which is the best bedding） and heather was a thing she had never seen or heard of。
the door opened and the hermit entered； carrying a large wooden bowl in his hand。 after carefully setting this down； he came to the bedside； and asked： 〃how do you find yourself； my daughter？鈥�
〃my back is very sore； father；〃 said aravis； 〃but there is nothing else wrong with me。鈥�
he knelt beside her； laid his hand on her forehead； and felt her pulse。
〃there is no fever；〃 he said。 〃you will do well。 indeed there is no reason why you should not get up tomorrow。 but now； drink this。鈥�
he fetched the wooden bowl and held it to her lips。 aravis couldnt help making a face when she tasted it； for goats milk is rather a shock when you are not used to it。 but she was very thirsty and managed to drink it all and felt better when she had finished。
〃now； my daughter； you may sleep when you wish；〃 said the hermit。 〃for your wounds are washed and dressed and though they smart they are no more serious than if they had been the cuts of a whip。 it must have been a very strange lion； for instead…of catching you out of the saddle and getting his teeth into you； he has only drawn his claws across your back。 ten scratches： sore； but not deep or dangerous。鈥�
〃i say！〃 said aravis。 〃i have had luck。鈥�
〃daughter；〃 said the hermit； 〃i have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never yet met any such thing as luck。 them is something about all this that i do not understand： but if ever we need to know it； you may be sure that we shall。鈥�
〃and what about rsh and his two hundred horse？〃 asked aravis。
〃they will not pass this way； i think；〃 said the hermit。 〃they must have found a ford by now well to the east of us。 from there they will try to ride straight to anvard。鈥�
〃poor shasta！〃 said aravis。 〃has he far to go？ will he get there first？鈥�
〃there is good hope of it；〃 said the old man。
aravis lay down again （on her side this time） and said； 〃have i been asleep for a long time？ it seems to be getting dark。鈥�
the hermit was looking out of the only window； which faced north。 〃this is not the darkness of night；〃 he said presently。 〃the clouds are falling down from stormness head。
our foul weather always es from there in these parts。 there will be thick fog tonight。鈥�
next day； except for her sore back； aravis felt so well that after breakfast （which was porridge and cream） the hermit said she could get up。 and of course she at once went out to speak to the horses。 the weather had changed and the whole of that green enclosure was filled； like a great green cup； with sunlight。 it was a very peaceful place； lonely and quiet。
hwin at once trotted across to aravis and gave her a horse…kiss。
〃but wheres bree？〃 said aravis when each had asked after the others health and sleep。
〃over there；〃 said hwin； pointing with her nose to the far side of the circle。 〃and i wish youd e and talk to him。 theres something wrong； i cant get a word out of him。鈥�
they strolled across and found bree lying with his face towards the wall； and though he must have heard them ing； he never turned his head or spoke a word。
〃good morning； bree；〃 said aravis。 〃how are you this morning？鈥�
bree muttered something that no one could hear。
〃the hermit says that shasta probably got to king lune in time；〃 continued aravis； 〃so it looks as if all our troubles are over。 narnia； at last； bree！鈥�
〃i shall never see narnia；〃 said bree in a low voice。
〃arent you well； bree dear？〃 said aravis。
bree turned round at last； his face mournful as only a horses can be。
〃i shall go back to calormen；〃 he said。
〃what？〃 said aravis。 〃back to slavery！鈥�
〃yes；〃 said bree。 〃slavery is all im fit for。 how can i ever show my face among the free horses of narnia？ … i who left a mare and a girl and a boy to be eaten by lions while i galloped all i could to save my own wretched skin！鈥�
〃we all ran as hard as we could；〃 said hwin。
〃shasta didnt！〃 snorted bree。 〃at least he ran in the right direction： ran back。 and that is what shames me most of all。 i； who called myself a war…horse and boasted of a hundred fights； to be beaten by a little human boy … a child； a mere foal； who had never held a sword nor had any good nurture or example in his life！鈥�
〃i know；〃 said aravis。 〃i felt just the same。 shasta was marvellous。 im just as bad as you； bree。 ive been snubbing him and looking down on him ever since you met us and now he turns out to be the best of us all。 but i think it would be better to stay and say were sorry than to go back to calormen。鈥�
〃its all very well for you；〃 said bree。 〃you havent disgraced yourself。 but ive lost everything。鈥�
〃my good horse；〃 said the hermit； who had approached them unnoticed because his bare feet made so little noise on that sweet； dewy grass。 〃my good horse； youve lost nothing but your self…conceit。 no； no； cousin。 dont put back your ears and shake your mane at me。 if you are really so humbled as you sounded a minute ago； you must learn to listen to sense。 youre not quite the great horse you had e to think； from living among poor dumb horses。 of course you were braver and cleverer than them。 you could hardly help being that。 it doesnt follow that youll be anyone very special in narnia。 but as long as you know youre nobody special； youll be a very decent sort of horse； on the whole； and taking one thing with another。 and now； if you and my other four…footed cousin will e round to the kitchen door well see about the other half of that mash。鈥�
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
灏彙ｈ。t。xt。澶ｅ爞
the unwele fellow traveller
when shasta went through the gate he found a slope of grass and a little heather running up before him to some trees。 he had nothing to think about now and no plans to make： he had only to run； and that was quite enough。 his limbs were shaking； a terrible stitch was beginning in his side； and the sweat that kept dropping into his eyes blinded them and made them smart。 he was unsteady on his feet too； and more than once he nearly turned his ankle on a loose stone。
the trees were thicker now than they had yet been and in the more open spaces there was bracken。 the sun had gone in without making it any cooler。 it had bee one of those hot； grey days when there seem to be twice as many flies as usual。 shastas face was covered with them； he didnt even try to shake them off … he had too much else to do。
suddenly he heard a horn … not a great throbbing horn like the horns of tashbaan but a merry call； ti…ro…to…to…ho！ next moment he came out into a wide glade and found himself in a crowd of people。
at least； it looked a crowd to him。 in reality there were about fifteen or twenty of them； all gentlemen in green huntingdress； with their horses； some in the saddle and some standing by their horses heads。 in the centre someone was holding the stirrup for a man to mount。 and the man he was holding it for was the jolliest； fat； applecheeked； twinkling eyed king you could imagine。
as soon as shasta came in sight this king forgot all about mounting his horse。 he spread out his arms to shasta； his face lit up； and he cried out in a great； deep voice that seemed to e from the bottom of his chest： 〃corin！ my son！ and on foot； and in rags！ what…鈥�
〃no；〃 panted shasta； shaking his head。 〃not prince corin。 i … i … know im like him。。。 saw his highness in tashbaan。。。 sent his greetings。鈥�
the king was staring at shasta with an extraordinary expression on his face。
〃are you k…king lune？〃 gasped shasta。 and then； without waiting for an answer； 〃lord king … fly … anvard shut the gates … enemies upon you … rsh and two hundred horse。鈥�
〃have you assurance of this； boy？〃 asked one of the other gentlemen。
〃my own eyes；〃 said shasta。 〃ive seen them。 raced them all the way from tashbaan。鈥�
〃on foot？〃 said the gentleman； raising his eyebrows a little。
horses…with the hermit；〃 said shasta。
〃question him no more； darrin；〃 said king lune。 〃i see truth in his face。 we must ride for it； gentlemen。 a spare horse there； for the boy。 you can ride fast； friend？鈥�
for answer shasta put his foot in the stirrup of the horse which had been led towards him and a moment later he was in the saddle。 he had done it a hundred times with bree in the last few weeks； and his mounting was very different now from what it had been on that first night when bree had said that he climbed up a horse as if he were climbing a haystack。
he was pleased to hear the lord darrin say to the king； 〃the boy has a true horsemans seat； sire。 ill warrant theres noble blood in him。鈥�
〃his blood； aye； theres the point；〃 said the king。 and he stared hard at shasta again with that curious expression； almost a hungry expression； in his steady； grey eyes。
but by now …the whole party was moving off at a brisk canter。 shastas seat was excellent but he was sadly puzzled what to do with his reins； for he had never touched the reins while he was on brees back。 but he looked very carefully out of the corners of his eyes to see what the others were doing （as some of us have done at parties when we werent quite sure which knife or fork we were meant to use） and tried to get his fingers right。 but he didnt dare to try really directing the horse； he trusted it would follow the rest。 the horse was of course an ordinary horse； not a talking horse； but it had quite wits enough to realize that the strange boy on its back had no whip and no spurs and was not really master of the situation。 that was why shasta soon found himself at the tail end of the procession。
even so； he was going pretty fast。 there were no flies now and the air in his face was delicious。 he had got his breath back too。 and his errand had succeeded。 for the first time since the arrival at tashbaan （how long ago it seemed！） he was beginning to enjoy himself。
he looked up to see how much nearer the mountain tops had e。 to his disappointment he could not see them at all： only a vague greyness； rolling down towards them。 he had never been in mountain country before and was surprised。 〃its a cloud；〃 he said to himself； 〃a cloud ing down。 i see。 up here in the hills one is really in the sky。
i shall see what the inside of a cloud is like。 what fun！ ive often wondered。〃 far away on his left and a little behind him； the sun was getting ready to set。
they had e to a rough kind of road by now and were making very good speed。 but shastas horse was still the last of the lot。 once or twice when the road made a bend （there was now continuous forest on each side of it） he lost sight of the others for a second or two。
then they plunged into the fog； or else the fog rolled over them。 the world became grey。
shasta had not realized how cold and wet the inside of a cloud would be； nor how dark。
the grey turned to black with alarming speed。
someone at the head of the column winded the horn every now and then； and each time the sound came from a little farther off。 he couldnt see any of the others now； but of course hed be able to as soon as he got round the next bend。 but w