CHAPTERELEVENTHEURAVELLER
&awentthroughthegatehefoundaslopeofgrassandalittleheatherrunningupbeforehimtosometrees。Hehadnothingtothinkaboutnolanstomake:hehadonlytorun，andthatwasquiteenough。Hislimbswereshakiitchwasbeginningihestdroppingintohiseyesblihemahemsmart。Hewasunsteadyooo，ahaurnedhisankleoone。
&reeswerethiowthabeenandinthemoreopeherewasbra。Thesuhoutmakingitahadbeeohosehot，graydayswheobetwiyfliesasusual。Shasta'sfacewascoveredwiththem;hedidoshakethemoff—hehadtoomuchelsetodo。
SuddenlyheheardahreatthrobbinghorhehornsofTashbaanbutamerrycall，Ti-ro-to-to-ho!hecameoutintoawidegladeandfoundhimselfinacrowdofpeople。
&lookeda。Iherewereaboutfifteehem，allgentlemeihtheirhorses;someinthesaddleaandingbytheirhorses'heads。Iersomeonewasholdiirrupforamantomount。Andthemanhewasholdingitforwasthejolliest，fat，applecheeked，twinklingeyedKingyouagine。
AssoonasShastasightthisKingfotallaboutmountinghishorse。HespreadouthisarmstoShasta，hisfacelitup，ai，deepvoicethatseemedtothebottomofhischest:
“yson!Andonfoot，andinrags!>
“No，”paa，shakiPrin。I—I—knowI'mlikehim。。。sawhisHighashbaahisgreetings。”
TheKingwasstaringatShastawitharaordinaryexpressiononhisface。
“AreyouK-KingLune?”gaspedShasta。Ahoutwaitingforananswer，“L—fly—Anvardshutthegates—enemiesuponyou—Rabadashandtwohundredhorse。”
“Haveyouassurahis，boy?”askedohergentlemen。
“Myowneyes，”saidShasta。“I'veseenthem。RacedthemallthewayfromTashbaan。”
“Onfoot?”saidthegentleman，raisinghiseyebrowsalittle。
&heHermit，”saidShasta。
&ionhimnomore;Darrin，”saidKingLuhiridefentlemehere，fortheboy。Youridefast，friend?”
Foraaputhisfootiirrupofthehorsewhichhadbeeowardhimaerhewasinthesaddle。HehaddoahuhBreeifewweeks，andhismountingwasverydifferentnowfromwhatithadbeenonthatfirstnightwhenBreehadsaidthatheclimbedupahorseasifheweregahaystack。
HeleasedtoheartheLordDarrinsaytotheKing，“Theboyhasatruehorseman'sseat，Sire。I'llwarrantthere'snoblebloodinhim。”
“Hisblood，aye，there'sthepoint，”saidtheKiaredhardatShastaagainwiththatcuriousexpression，almostahungryexpression，inhissteady，grayeyes。
Butbynow—thewholepartywasmovingoffatabriskter。Shasta'sseatwasextbutheuzzledwhattodowithhisreins，forhehadouchedthereinswhilehewasonBree'sback。Buthelookedverycarefullyoutoftheersofhiseyestoseewhatthe（assomeofushavedoieseren'tquitesurewhiifeorforkweweremeariedtogethisfi。Buthedidn'tdaretotryreallydiregthehorse;hetrusteditwouldfollowtherest。Thehorsewasofordialkihadquitewitsenoughtorealizethatthestrangeboyonitsbaoursandwaserofthesituation。ThatwaswhyShastasoonfouhetailendofthepro。
Evenso，herettyfast。Therewerenofliesnowandtheairinhisfacewasdelicious。Hehadgothisbreathbadhiserrandhadsucceeded。ForthefirsttimesihearrivalatTashbaan（howlongagoitseemed!）hewasbeginningtoenjoyhimself。
Helookeduptoseehowmuearerthemountaintopshade。Tohisdisappoiheotseethematall:onlyavaguegrayness，rollingdowntowardthem。Hehadneverbeeninmountaintrybeforeandrised。“It'sacloud，”hesaidtohimself，“aingdown。Isee。Uphereinthehillsohesky。Ishallseewhattheinsideofacloudislike。Whatfun!I'veoftenwondered。”Farawayoandalittlebehindhim，thesuioset。
Theyhadethkindofroadbynverygoodspeed。ButShasta'shorsewasstillthelastofthelot。Owitheroadmadeabend（therewasnowuousforestoneachsideofit）helostsightoftheothersforasedortwo。
&heypluhefog，orelsethefogrolledoverthem。Theworldbecamegray。Shastahadnotrealizedhowdwettheinsideofacloudwouldbe;nrayturoblackeed。
&heheadofthehehorneverynowandtheimethesoundalittlefartheroff。He'tseeahersnow，butofcoursehe'dbeabletoassooroubend。Butwhenherouill'tseethem。Infacthecouldseenothingatall。Hishorsewaswalkingeton，”saidShasta。Thehehor。Breehadalwaystoldhimthathemustkeephisheelswelltur，andShastahadgottheideathatsomethierribleenifhedughisheelsintoahorse'ssides。Thisseemedtohimanofit。“Lookhere，Horse，”hesaid，“ifyoudon'tbuckup，doyouknowwhatI'lldo?I'lldigmyheelsintoyou。Ireallywill。”Thehorse，however，tookhisthreat。SoShastasettledhimselffirmlyinthesaddle，grippedwithhisknees，chedhisteeth，ahehorse'ssideswithhisheelsashardashecould。
Theowasthatthehorsebrokeintoakierotforfiveorsixpadtheoawalkagain。Andnowitwasquitedarkaohavegivenupblowingthathorn。Theonlysound-dripfromthebrahetrees。
“Well，Isupposeevenawalkwillgetussomewheresometime，”saidShastatohimself。“IonlyhopeIshan'trunintoRabadashandhispeople。”
&onforwhatseemedalongtime，alwaysataace。Hebegahorse，andhewasalsobeginningtry。
&lyhecametoaplacewheretheroaddividedintotwhichledtoAnvardwheartledbyanoisefrombehindhim。Itwastheinghorses。“Rabadash!”thoughtShasta。HehadnowayofguessingwhichroadRabadashwouldtake。“ButifItakeone，”saidShastatohimself，“hemaytaketheother:andifIstayatthecross-roadsI'msuretobecaught。”Hedismountedandledhishorseasquicklyashegtheright-handroad。
ThesoundofthecavalrygreidlynearerandiwoShastarealizedthattheywereatthecrossroads。Heheldhisbreath，waitingtoseeouldtake。
Therecamealowwordofand“Halt!”theofhorseyrilsblowing，hoofspawing，bitsbeingegpatted。Thenavoicespoke。
“Attend，allofyou，”itsaid。“ithinafurlole。Rememberyourorders。OnceweareinNarnia，asweshouldbebysunrise，youaretokillaslittleaspossible。OureyardeverydropofNarnianbloodasmorepreagallonofyourown。Oure，Isay。ThegodswillsendusahappierhourandthenyoumustleavenothiaravelaerweareinNarnia。HereiisahionthiscastleofKingLune's，nothispeed。Showyourmettle。Itmustbemihinanhour。Andifitis，Igiveitalltoyou。Ireservenobootyformyself。Killmeeverybarbariahinitswalls，dowhatwasborerday，ahingelseisyourstodivideasyouplease—thewomehejewels，theons，ahemanthatIseehangingbaweetothegatesshallbeburheashtheirresistible，theinexorablefor>
Withagreatcloppitty-cloptheomove，andShastabreathedagaiakeherroad。
Shastathoughttheytookalongtimegoingpast，fhhehadbeentalkingandthinkingabout“twohundredhorse”allday，hehadnotrealizedhowmanytheyreallywere。Butatlastthesounddiedawayandoncemorehewasalohedrip-dripfromthetrees。