&dayallfourofthem，twohorsesandtwohumans，uedtheirjether。Shastathoughtithadbeeerwhenheaheirown。FornowitwasBreeandAraviswhodidnearlyallthetalking。BreehadlivedalongtimeinenandhadalwaysbeenamongTarkaansandTarkaans'horses，andsoofcoursehekmanyofthesamepeopleaAraviskneaysbesayingthiifyouwereatthefightofZulindrehyouwouldhaveseenmyash，”andBreewouldanswer，“Oh，yes，Alimash，hewasonlyofthechariots，youknow。Idon'tquiteholdwithchariotsorthekindofhorseswhodrawchariots。That'snotrealcavalry。Butheisaworthynobleman。Hefilledmyhsugarafterthetakih。”OrelseBreewouldsay，“IwasdownatthelakeofMezreelthatsummer，”andAraviswouldsay，“Oh，Mezreel!Ihadafriendthere，Lasaraleeadelightfulplaceitis。Thosegardens，andtheValleyoftheThousandPerfumes!”Breewasryiaoutofthings，thoughShastasometimeshoughthelewhoknowalotofthesamethingshardlyhelptalkingaboutthem，andifyou'rethereyouhardlyhelpfeelingthatyou'reoutofit。
Hwihershybefreatwar-horselikeBreeale。AndAravisoShastaatallifshecouldhelpit。
Sooheyhadmoreimportantthingstothinkof。Theyweregettiashbaan。Thereweremore，andlarger，villages，aheroads。Theynowdidnearlyalltheirtravellingbynightandhidasbesttheyctheday。Aheyarguedawhattheyweretodowheashbaan。Everyoingoffthisdifficulty，butnowitcouldbeputoffnthesedissAravisbecamealittle，averylittle，lessuoShasta;oneusuallygetsohpeoplewhenoneismakingplansthaalkingaboutnothinginparticular。
&hefirstthingnowtodowastofixaplacewheretheyromisetomeetonthefarsideofTashbaanevenif，byanyillluck，theygotseparatedinpassiy。HesaidthebestplacewouldbetheTombsoftheAKingseofthedesert。“Thionebeehives，”hesaid，“you'tpossiblymissthem。Aisthatheeneswillgohembecausetheythinktheplatedbyghoulsandareafraidofit。”Aravisaskedifitwasn'treallyhauntedbyghouls。ButBreesaidhewasafreeNarnianhorseanddidn'tbelieveintheseehenShastasaidhewasn'taeheranddidn'tcareastrawaboutthesehouls。Thiswasn'tquitetrue。ButitratherimpressedAravis（thoughatthemomentitaoo）andofcourseshesaidshedidn'tmindanynumberofghoulseither。SoitwassettledthattheTombsshouldbetheirassemblyplatheothersideofTashbaan，andeveryoheyweregettiillHwinhumblypoihattherealproblemwasheyshouldgowhethroughTashbaanbuthowtheywerethit。
“We'llsettlethattomorrow，Ma'am，”saidBree。“Timeforalittlesleepnow。”
Butitwasosettle。Aravis&#estionwasthattheyshouldswimacrosstheriverbelowthegthenightandnotgointoTashbaanatall。ButBreehadtwainstthis。Otheriver-mouthwasverywideanditwouldbefartoolongaswimforHwintodo，especiallywitharideronherback。（Hethoughtitwouldbetoolongforhimselftoo，buthesaidmuchlessaboutthat）。Theotherwasthatitwouldbefullofshippingandofyohedeckofashipohorsesswimmingpastwouldbealmosttobeinquisitive。
ShastathoughttheyshouldgouptheriveraboveTashbaanandcrossiter。ButBreeexplaihereweregardensandpleasurehousesonbothbanksoftheriverformilesandthattherewouldbeTarkaansandTarkheenaslivinginthemandridingabouttheroadsandhaviiesontheriver。InfactitwouldbethemostlikelyplathewsomeonewhnizeAravisorevenhimself。
“We'llhavetohaveadisguise，”saidShasta。
Hwinsaiditlookedtoherasifthesafestthingwasthtthroughthecityitselffromgatetogatebeewaslesslikelytobehecrowd。Butsheapprovedoftheideaofdisguiseaswell。Shesaid，“BoththehumanwillhavetodressinragsandlooklikepeasantsorslavesAndallAravis'sarmorandoursaddlesandthingsmustbemadeionourbadthemustpretendtodriveusahinkwe'reonpack-horses。”
“MydearHwin!”saidAravisrathersfully。“AsanyoneistakeBreefbutawar-horshuisedhim!”
“Ishouldthinknot，indeed，”saidBree，snainghisearsgoeversolittleback。
“Iknowit'snoodplan，”saidHwin。“ButIthinkit'souronlydwehaven'tbeengresandwe'renotlookingquiteourselves（atleast，I'msureI'mnot）。Idothiwellplasteredwithmudandgoalongwithourheadsdownasifwe'retiredandlazy—anddon'tliftourhooveshardlyatall—wemightidourtailsoughttobecutshorter:ly，youknow，butallragged。”
“MydearMadam，”saidBree。“HaveyoupicturedtoyourselfhreeableitwouldbetoarriveinNarniainthat?”
“Well，”saidHwinhumbly（shewasaverysensiblemare），“themainthingistogetthere。”
Thoughnobodymuchlikedit，itwasHwin'splanwhichhadtobeadoptediwasatroublesomeoneaainamountofwhatShastacalledstealing，andBreecalled“raiding”。Onefarmlostafewsacksthateveningaacoilofropethesometatteredoldboy'sclothesforAravistowearhadthtandpaidforinavillage。Shastareturhemintriumphjustaseveningwas。Theforhimamohefooteofwoodedhillswhichlayrightacrosstheirpath。Everyonewasfeeliedbecausethiswasthelasthill;wheheridgeatthetoptheywouldbelookingdownonTashbaan。“Idoeresafelypastit，”mutteredShastatoHwin。“OhIdo，Ido，”saidHwily。
Thatheirwaythroughthewoodsuptebyawood-cutter'stradwhentheycameoutofthetheycouldseethousandsoflightsinthevalleydowhem。Shastahadhadnonotionofwhatagreatcitywouldbelikeanditfrighteheyhadtheirsupperandthegotsomesleep。Butthehorseswokethemveryearlyinthem。
&arswerestilloutandthegrasswasterriblydwet，butdaybreakwasjustbeginning，farthtacrossthesea。Aravisayintothewoodandcamebaggeddgherrealonesihese，andherarmorandshieldandsdthetwosaddlesahehorses'finefurnishiothesacks。BreeandHwihemselvesasdirtyandbedraggledastheyditremaioshorteails。AstheonlytthiswasAravis'sscimitar，ohepackshadtobeundoneagaiitout。Itwasalongishjobahehorses。
“Myword!”saidBree，“ifIwasn'taTalkialovelykithefaceIcouldgiveyou!Ithoughtytootpullitout。That'swhatitfeelslike。”
Butinspiteofsemi-darknessandgersallwasdohebigpadonthehorses，theropehalters（whichtheyearinginsteadofbridlesahe'shands，andthejan。
“Remember，”saidBree。“KeeptogetherifwepossiblyeetattheTombsoftheAKings，aherefirstmustwaitfortheothers。”
“Andremember，”saidShasta。“Don'tyetyourselvesandstarttalking，pens。”