CHAPTERFOURSHASTAFALLSINWITHTHENARNIANS
ATfirstShastacouldseenothinginthevalleybelowhimbutaseaofmistwithafeinnagfromit;butasthelightihemistclearedawayhesawmoreandmore。AbroadriverdivideditselfintotwostreamsandontheislaoodthecityofTashbaahewoheworld。Roundtheveryedgeoftheisland，sothattheedagaihwallsstrehsomahesooryingto。Iheislandroseinahillaofthathill，uptotheTisroc'spaladthegreattempleofTashatthetop，letelycoveredwithbuildings—terraceaboveterrace，streetabzagreflightsofstepsborderedwithetreesarees，roofgardens，balies，deeparchillaredades，spires，battlements，mis，pinnadwhenatlastthesuheseaasilver-plateddomeofthetempleflashedbackitslight，hewasalmostdazzled。
&on，Shasta，”Breekeptsaying。
Theriverbanksoneachsideofthevalleyweresuchamassofgardensthattheylookedatfirstlikeforest，untilyougotdsaallsofinnumerablehousespeepingoutfromberees。Soo，Shastanoticedadeliellofflowersandfruit。Aboutfifteeheyweredownamongthem，ploddingonalevelroadallsoneadtreesbehe>
“Isay，”saidShastainanawedvoice。“Thisisawonderfulplace!”
“Idaresay，”saidBree。“ButIeresafelythroughitandoutattheotherside。Narniaah!”
Atthatmomentalnoisebeganwhichgraduallyswelledlouderahewholevalleyseemedtobeswayingwithit。Itwasamusioise，butsaobealittlefrightening。
“That'sthehornsblowiestobeopen，”saidBree。“Weshallbethereinaminute。Now，Aravis，dodroopyourshouldersabitandstepheavierandtrytolooklesslikeaprioimagineyou'vebeenkiddamesallyourlife。”
“Ifitestothat，”saidAravis，“whatabyourheadabitmyourlessandtryingtolooklesslikeawarhorse?”
“Hush，”saidBree。“Here>
Aheyhadetotheriver'sedgeandtheroadaheadamany-archedbridge。Thewaterdalyintheearlysunlight;awayththeriver'smouth，theycaughtaglimpseships'masts。Severalothertravellerswerebeforetheme，mostlypeasantsdrivingladendonkeysandmulesbasketsoheandhorsesjoihecrowd。
“Isanythingwrong?”whisperedShastatoAravis，whohadanoddlookonherface。
“Ohit'sallverywellforyou，”whisperedAravisrathersavagely。“WhatwouldyoucareaboutTashbaan?ButIoughttinohsoldiersbeforemeandslavesbehind，andperhapsgoiheTisroc'spalace（mayheliveforever）—notsneaki'sdifferentforyou。”
Shastathoughtallthisverysilly。
Atthefarehewallsofthecitythabovethemandthebrazeoodopeeasreallywidebutlookedwassh。Halfadozensoldiers，leaningontheirspears，stoodoneachside。Aravis'thelpthinking，“They'dalljumptoattentionaheykerIam。”Buttheotherswereonlythinkingofhowthey'dgetthroughandhopingthesoldierswouldnotaskaions。Fortu。Butohempickedacarrotoutofapeasant'sbasketaShastawitharoughlaugh，saying:
“Hey!Horse-boy!You'llcatchitifyourmasterfindsyou'vebeenusinghissaddle-horseforpackwork。”
ThisfrightenedhimbadlyforofcourseitshowedthatnoohingabouthorseswouldmistakeBreefbutacharger。
“It'smymaster'sorders，sothere!”saidShasta。Butitwouldhavebeeerifhehadheldhistohesavehimaboxonthesideofhisfaearlyknockedhimdownandsaid，“Takethat，youyoungfilth，toteachyouhowtotalktofreemen。”Buttheyallslunkihoutbeialyaverylittle;hewasusedtohardknocks。
Iashbaandidnotatfirstseemsosplendidasithadlookedfromadistareetwasnarrowandtherewerehardlyanywindowsinthewallsoneachside。ItwasmuchmorecrowdedthanShastahadexpected:crowdedpartlybythepeasants（oomarket）whohadeialsowithwatersellers，sweetmeatsellers，porters，sars，ragged，hens，straydogs，aedslaves。Whatyouwouldchieflyhavenoticedifyouhadbeehesmells，whichunle，unwasheddogs，st，garlis，andthepilesofrefusewhichlayeverywhere。
ShastaretendiwasreallyBree，ayaguidinghimbylittlehhisurandbegangoingupasteephill。Itwasmuchfresheraer，fortheroadwasborderedbytreesandtherewerehousesoside;oheylookedoutovertheroofsofhousesiownandcouldseesometheriver。Theroundahairpiheirrightanduedrising。TheytotheterofTashbaan。Sooofistatuesofthegodsandheroesofelyimpressiveratherthaolookat—roseonshials。Palmtreesandpillaredarcadescastshadowsovertheburs。AndthroughthearchedgatealaceShastacaughtsightofgreenbranches，tains，andsmoothlawns。Itmustbeniside，hethought。
&urnShastahopedtheyweregettingoutofthecrowd，buttheyhismadetheirprogressveryslow，andeverynowaheyhadtostopaltogether。Thisusuallyhappenedbecausealoudvoiceshoutedout“ay，fortheTarkaan”，or“fortheTarkheena”，or“forthefifteenthVizier”，“orfortheAmbassador”，andeveryohecrowdwouldcrushbastthewalls;aheirheadsShastawouldsometimesseethegreatlordorladyforwhomallthefusswasbeingmade，lollinguponalitterwhichfourorevensixgiganticslavestheirbareshoulders。ForinTashbaanthereisorafficregulation，whichisthateveryonewhoislessimportanthastogetoutofthewayforeveryonewhoismoreimportant;unlessyouwantaawhiporpunthebuttendofaspear。
Itleveryhecity（theTisroc'spalacewastheonlythithemostdisastrousofthesestoppagesoccurred。
“ay!”camethevoice。“WayfortheWhiteBarbarianKioftheTisroc（mayheliveforever）!WayfortheNarnianlords。”
Shastatriedtogetoutofthewayandtobaohorse，alkingHorsefromNarnia，backseasily。Andawomanwithaveryedgybasketinherhands，whowasjustbehindShasta，pushedthebaskethardagainsthisshoulders，andsaid，“Nowthen!Whoareyoushoving!”AndthensomeoledhimfromthesideandintheofthemomeholdofBree。Ahewholecrowdbehindhimbecamesostiffenedahatheoveatall。Sohefouentionally，irowandhadafiofthepartythatwasingdow。
Itwasquiteuherpartytheyhadseenthatday。Thecrierwhoweing“astheonlye。Andtherewasnolitter;everyonewasonfoot。TherewereabouthalfadozenmenandShastahadneverseehembefore。Foroheywereallasfair-skinnedashimself，andmostofthemhadfairhair。Adressedlikemenofostofthemhadlegsbaretothekunicswereoffi，hardycolors—wayyellow，orfreshblue。Iurbaeelorsilvereofthemsetwithjewels，atlewingsoneachsideofit。Afewwerebare-headed。Theswordsattheirsideswerelongandstraight，notcurvedlikeears。Andinsteadofbeieriouslikemosteheyiheirarmsandshouldersfree，anddlaughed。Onewaswhistling。Youcouldseethattheywerereadytobefriendswithanyonewhowasfriendlyanddidn'tgiveafigforanyonewhowasn't。Shastathoughthehadhingsolovelyinhislife。
Buttherewasoenjoyitforatonceareallydreadfulthiheleaderofthefair-headedmeedatShasta，criedout，“Thereheis!There'sourrunaway!”andseizedhimbytheshoulder。hegaveShastaasmaotaakeyoucrybutasharpoyouknradadded，shaking:
“Shameonyou，mylord!Fieforshame!QueenSusan'seyesareredwithweepingbecauseofyou。What!Truantforawholenight!Wherehaveyoubeen?”