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or　〃youll　need　to　shorten　those　stirrups　a　good　bit。〃　when　all　was　　finished　it　said：　　〃now；　weve　got　to　have　reins　for　the　look　of　the　thing；　but　you　wont　be　　using　them。　tie　them　to　the　saddle…bow：　very　slack　so　that　i　can　do　what　i　like　with　my　　head。　and；　remember　…　you　are　not　to　touch　them。鈥�

〃what　are　they　for；　then？〃　asked　shasta。

〃ordinarily　they　are　for　directing　me；〃　replied　the　horse。　〃but　as　i　intend　　to　do　all　the　directing　on　this　journey；　youll　please　keep　your　hands　to　yourself。　and　　theres　another　thing。　im　not　going　to　have　you　grabbing　my　mane。鈥�

〃but　i　say；〃　pleaded　shasta。　〃if　im　not　to　hold　on　by　the　reins　or　by　your　　mane；　what　am　i　to　hold　on　by？鈥�

〃you　hold　on　with　your　knees；〃　said　the　horse。　〃thats　the　secret　of　good　　riding。　grip　my　body　between　your　knees　as　hard　as　you　like；　sit　straight　up；　straight　as　a　　poker；　keep　your　elbows　in。　and　by　the　way；　what　did　you　do　with　the　spurs？鈥�

〃put　them　on　my　heels；　of　course；〃　said　shasta。　〃i　do　know　that　much。鈥�

〃then　you　can　take　them　off　and　put　them　in　the　saddlebag。　we　may　be　able　　to　sell　them　when　we　get　to　tashbaan。　ready？　and　now　i　think　you　can　get　up。鈥�

〃ooh！　youre　a　dreadful　height；〃　gasped　shasta　after　his　first；　and　　unsuccessful；　attempt。

〃im　a　horse；　thats　all；〃　was　the　reply。　〃anyone　would　think　i　was　a　　haystack　from　the　way　youre　trying　to　climb　up　me！　there；　thats　better。　now　sit　up　and　　remember　what　i　told　you　about　your　knees。　funny　to　think　of　me　who　has　led　cavalry　charges　　and　won　races　having　a　potato…sack　like　you　in　the　saddle！　however；　off　we　go。〃　it　　chuckled；　not　unkindly。

and　it　certainly　began　their　night　journey　with　great　caution。　first　of　all　　it　went　just　south　of　the　fishermans　cottage　to　the　little　river　which　there　ran　into　the　　sea；　and　took　care　to　leave　in　the　mud　some　very　plain　hoof…marks　pointing　south。　but　as　soon　as　　they　were　in　the　middle　of　the　ford　it　turned　upstream　and　waded　till　they　were　about　a　　hundred　yards　farther　inland　than　the　cottage。　then　it　selected　a　nice　gravelly　bit　of　　bank　which　would　take　no　footprints　and　came　out　on　the　northern　side。　then；　still　at　a　　walking　pace；　it　went　northward　till　the　cottage；　the　one　tree；　the　donkeys　stable；　and　the　　creek　…　everything；　in　fact；　that　shasta　had　ever　known　…　had　sunk　out　of　sight　in　　the　grey　summer…night　darkness。　they　had　been　going　uphill　and　now　were　at　the　top　　of　the　ridge　…　that　ridge　which　had　always　been　the　boundary　of　shastas　known　world。　he　　could　not　see　what　was　ahead　except　that　it　was　all　open　and　grassy。　it　looked　　endless：　wild　and　lonely　and　free。

〃i　say！〃　observed　the　horse。　〃what　a　place　for　a　gallop；　eh！鈥�

〃oh　dont　lets；〃　said　shasta。　〃not　yet。　i　dont　know　how　to　…　please；　　horse。　i　dont　know　your　name。鈥�

〃breehy…hinny…brinny…hooky…hah；〃　said　the　horse。

〃ill　never　be　able　to　say　that；〃　said　shasta。　〃can　i　call　you　bree？鈥�

〃well；　if　its　the　best　you　can　do；　i　suppose　you　must；〃　said　the　horse。　　〃and　what　shall　i　call　you？鈥�

〃im　called　shasta。鈥�

〃hm；〃　said　bree。　〃well；　now；　theres　a　name　thats　really　hard　to　　pronounce。　but　now　about　this　gallop。　its　a　good　deal　easier　than　trotting　if　you　only　knew；　　because　you　dont　have　to　rise　and　fall。　grip　with　your　knees　and　keep　your　eyes　straight　　ahead　between　my　ears。　dont　look　at　the　ground。　if　you　think　youre　going　to　fall　just　grip　　harder　and　sit　up　straighter。　ready？　now：　for　narnia　and　the　north。鈥�

xiaoshuot锛竧锛宑o锛�



CHAPTER　TWO

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a　wayside　adventure　　it　was　nearly　noon　on　the　following　day　when　shasta　was　wakened　by　　something　warm　and　soft　moving　over　his　face。　he　opened　his　eyes　and　found　himself　staring　　into　the　long　face　of　a　horse；　its　nose　and　lips　were　almost　touching　his。　he　remembered　　the　exciting　events　of　the　previous　night　and　sat　up。　but　as　he　did　so　he　groaned。

〃ow；　bree；〃　he　gasped。　〃im　so　sore。　all　over。　i　can　hardly　move。鈥�

〃good　morning；　small　one；〃　said　bree。　〃i　was　afraid　you　might　feel　a　bit　　stiff。　it　cant　be　the　falls。　you　didnt　have　more　than　a　dozen　or　so；　and　it　was　all　lovely；　　soft　springy　turf　that　must　have　been　almost　a　pleasure　to　fall　on。　and　the　only　one　that　　might　have　been　nasty　was　broken　by　that　gorse　bush。　no：　its　the　riding　itself　that　es　　hard　at　first。

what　about　breakfast？　ive　had　mine。鈥�

〃oh　bother　breakfast。　bother　everything；〃　said　shasta。　〃i　tell　you　i　cant　　move。〃　but　the　horse　nuzzled　at　him　with　its　nose　and　pawed　him　gently　with　a　hoof　till　he　　had　to　get　up。

and　then　he　looked　about　him　and　saw　where　they　were。　behind　them　lay　a　　little　copse。

before　them　the　turf；　dotted　with　white　flowers；　sloped　down　to　the　brow　of　　a　cliff。　far　below　them；　so　that　the　sound　of　the　breaking　waves　was　very　faint；　lay　the　　sea。　shasta　had　never　seen　it　from　such　a　height　and　never　seen　so　much　of　it　before；　　nor　dreamed　how　many　colours　it　had。　on　either　hand　the　coast　stretched　away；　headland　　after　headland；　and　at　the　points　you　could　see　the　white　foam　running　up　the　　rocks　but　making　no　noise　because　it　was　so　far　off。　there　were　gulls　flying　overhead　and　　the　heat　shivered　on　the　ground；　it　was　a　blazing　day。　but　what　shasta　chiefly　noticed　was　　the　air。　he　couldnt　think　what　was　missing；　until　at　last　he　realized　that　there　was　　no　smell　of　fish　in　it。　for　of　course；　neither　in　the　cottage　nor　among　the　nets；　had　he　ever　　been　away　from　　

that　smell　in　his　life。　and　this　new　air　was　so　delicious；　and　all　his　old　　life　seemed　so　far　away；　that　he　forgot　for　a　moment　about　his　bruises　and　his　aching　muscles　　and　said：　　〃i　say；　bree；　didnt　you　say　something　about　breakfast？鈥�

〃yes；　i　did；〃　answered　bree。　〃i　think　youll　find　something　in　the　saddle…　bags。　theyre　over　there　on　that　tree　where　you　hung　them　up　last　night　…　or　early　this　　morning；　rather。鈥�

they　investigated　the　saddle…bags　and　the　results　were　cheering…　a　meat　　pasty；　only　slightly　stale；　a　lump　of　dried　figs　and　another　lump　of　green　cheese；　a　　little　flask　of　wine；　and　some　money；　about　forty　crescents　in　all；　which　was　more　than　shasta　　had　ever　seen。

while　shasta　sat　down　…　painfully　and　cautiously　…　with　his　back　against　a　　tree　and　started　on　the　pasty；　bree　had　a　few　more　mouthfuls　of　grass　to　keep　him　pany。

〃wont　it　be　stealing　to　use　the　money？〃　asked　shasta。

〃oh；〃　said　the　horse；　looking　up　with　its　mouth　full　of　grass；　〃i　never　　thought　of　that。　a　free　horse　and　a　talking　horse　mustnt　steal；　of　course。　but　i　think　its　　all　right。　were　prisoners　and　captives　in　enemy　country。　that　money　is　booty；　spoil。　　besides；　how　are　we　to　get　any　food　for　you　without　it？　i　suppose；　like　all　humans；　you　　wont　eat　natural　food　like　grass　and　oats。鈥�

〃i　cant。鈥�

〃ever　tried？鈥�

〃yes；　i　have。　i　cant　get　it　down　at　all。　you　couldnt　either　if　you　were　　me。鈥�

〃youre　rum　little　creatures；　you　humans；〃　remarked　bree。

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。鈥�

but　shasta　burst　out　laughing　and　said；〃you　do　look　funny　when　youre　on　　your　back！鈥�

〃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？鈥�

〃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？鈥�

〃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？鈥�

〃i　know　my　way　to　tashbaan。　after　that　es　the　deser