“Isay!”saidAravis。“Ihavehadluck。”
“Daughter，”saidtheHermit，“IhavenowlivedahundredaersinthisworldametanysugasLuck。ThemissomethingaboutallthisthatIdoand:butifeverweoknowit，youmaybesurethat>
“AndwhataboutRabadashandhistwohundredhorse?”askedAravis。
“Theywillnotpassthisway，Ithink，”saidtheHermit。“Theymusthavefoundafordbyheeastofus。FromtheretheywilltrythttoAnvard。”
“PoorShasta!”saidAravis。“Hashefartogo?Willhegettherefirst?”
“Thereisgoodhopeofit，”saidtheoldman。
Aravislaydownagaihistime）andsaid，“HaveIbeenasleepftime?Itseemstobegettingdark。”
&waslookingoutoftheonlyhiorth。“Thisisnotthedarknessofnight，”hesaidpresently。“ThecldownfromStormnessHead。Ourfoulweatheralwaysthereiherewillbethiight。”
&day，exceptforhersoreback，Aravisfeltsowellthatafterbreakfast（eaheHermitsaidshecouldgetup。AndofcoursesheatoospeaktotheHorses。Theweatherhaddthewholeofthatgreenenclosurewasfilled，likeagreatgreencup，withsunlight。Iteacefulplaelya。
HwiedacrosstoAravisandgaveherahorse-kiss。
“Butwhere'sBree?”saidAraviswheneachhadaskedaftertheother'shealthandsleep。
&here，”saidHwin，pointiothefarsideofthecirdIwishyou'deandtalktohim。There'ssomethingwrong，I'tgetawordoutofhim。”
&rolledadfwithhisfacetowardthewall，andthoughhemusthaveheardthemiurnedhisheadorspokeaword。
“G，Bree，”saidAravis。“Howareyouthism?”
&eredsomethingthatnoonecouldhear。
&saysthatShastaprobablygottoKiime，”uedAravis，“soitlooksasifallourtroublesareover。Narnia，atlast，Bree!”
“IshallneverseeNarnia，”saidBreeinalowvoice。
&youwell，Breedear?”saidAravis。
&urnedroundatlast，hisfafulasonlyahorse'sbe。
“Ishallgobaen，”hesaid。
“What?”saidAravis。“Backtoslavery!”
“Yes，”saidBree。“SlaveryisallI'mfitfor。HowIevershowmyfagthefreeHorsesofNarnia?—IwholeftamareandagirlandaboytobeeatenbylionsedallIyow!”
“Weallranashardaswecould，”saidHwin。
“Shastadidn't!”sleastheradirebadthatiswhatshamesmemostofall。I，whocalledmyselfawar-horseandboastedhts，tobebeatenbyalittlehumanboy—achild，amerefoal，whohadneverheldaswordnorhadanygoodnurtureorexampleinhislife!”
“Iknow，”saidAravis。“Ifeltjustthesame。Shastawasmarvellous。I'mjustasbadasyou，Bree。I'vebeensnubbinghimandlookingdownonhimeversiusaurnsouttobethebestofusall。ButIthinkitwouldbebettertostayandsaywe'resorrythantogobaen。”
“It'sallverywellforyou，”saidBree。“Youhaven'tdisgracedyourself。ButI'vel。”
“MygoodHorse，”saidtheHermit，roachedthemunnoticedbecausehisbarefeetmadesolittlesweet，dewygrass。“MygoodHorse，you'velostnothingbutyourself-o，no，。Don'tputbackyourearsandshakeyourmame。Ifyouarereallysohumbledasyousoueago，youmustlearosense。You'rehegreatHorseyouhadetothink，fromlivingamongpoordumbhorses。Ofcourseyouwerebraverahem。Youcouldhardlyhelpbeingthat。Itdoesn'tfollowthatyou'llbeanyoneveryspearnia。Butaslongasyouknowyou'renobodyspecial，you'llbeaverydetsortofHorse，onthewhole，andtakihingwithanother。Andnow，ifyouandmyotherfour-footedwilleroudoorwe'llseeabouttheotherhalfofthatmash。”