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&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?”
ShastawouldhavedartedunderBree'sbodyaomakehimselfsthecrowdifhehadhadtheleastce;butthefair-hairedmenwereallroundhimbynowandhewasheldfir
OfcoursehisfirstimpulsewastosaythatheoorArsheeshthefisherman'ssonandthatthefnlordmusthavemistakenhimforsomeohehiodointhatcrowdedplacelaininghathewasdoiedonthat，hewouldsoonbeaskedwherehehadgothishorsefrom，andwhoAraviswas—andtheoaingthroughTashbaaimpulsewastolookatBreeforhelp.ButBreehadioingalltheowthathecouldtalk，andstoodlookingjustasstupidasahorse.AsforAravis，Shastadidolookatherforfearattention.Aimetothink，fortheleaderoftheNarnianssaidatonce:
“Takeoneofhislittlelordship'shands，Peridan，ofyourcourtesy，andI'lltaketheother.Andnow，on.Ourroyalsister'smilyeasedwhensheseesscapegra.”
Aheywerehalf-waythroughTashbaan，alltheirplanswereruined，andwithouteveosaygood-byetotheothersShastafoundhimselfbeingmarersaoguesswhatmightbegoingtohappeheNarnianKing—forShastabegahewaytherestspoketohimthathemustbeakionaskiions;wherehehadbeeout，whathehaddohhisclothes，anddidn'theknowthathehadbeey.Onlytheki“naught”
insteadofnaughty.
AndShastasaidnothinginanswer，becausehe'tthinkofanythingtosaythatwouldnotbedangerous.
“What!Allmum?”
askedtheking.“Imustplainlytellyou，prihishangdogsilenesoneofyourbloodevehescapeitself.Torunaassforaboy'sfroliespiritinit.Buttheking'ssonofArdshouldavouchhisdeed;nothanghisheadlikeaeneslave.”
Thiswasveryu，forShastafeltallthetimethatthisyoungkingwastheverykindofgrown-upandwouldhavelikedtomakeagoodimpressiononhi
&rangersledhim-heldtightlybybothhands-alonganarrowstreetanddownaflightofshallowstairsahertoahiteotall，darkcypresstrees，oneoneachsideofit.hthearch，Shastafoundhimselfinacourtyardwhichwasalsoagarden.Amarblebasieriertuallyrippliaietreesgrewrounditoutofsmoothgrass，andthefourhidedthelawnwerecoveredwithgroses.Theandgofthestreetsseemedsuddenlyfadaidlyacrossthegardeoadarkdoorway.Thecrierremaiside.Afterthattheytookhimalongacorridor，wherethestonefloorfeltbeautifullycooltohishotfeet，aairs.Amomentlaterhefoundhimselfblinkiofabig，airyroomwithwideopenwindows，alllookingNorthsothatnosuhereetonthefloormorewonderfullycoloredthananythinghehadeverseenasankdownintoitasifheweretreadinginthickmoss.Allrouhereithrisoheroomseemedtobefullofpeople;veryqueerpeoplesomeofthem，thoughtShasta.Buthehadhinkofthatbeforethemostbeautifulladyhehadeverseenrosefromherpladthrewherarmsroundhimandkissedhim，saying:
“Oh，，howcouldyou?AndthouandIsuchclosefriehymotherdied.AndwhatshouldIhavesaidtothyroyalfatherifIewithoutthee?WouldhavebeeofwarbetweenArdandNarniawhicharefrieofmind.Itlaymate，verynaughtoftheetouseusso.”
“Apparently，”
thoughtShastatohimself，“I'mbeingmistakenforaprinceofArd，whereverthatis.AbetheNarnians.Iwoherealis?”
Butthesethoughtsdidnothelphimsayanythingoutloud.
&been，?”
saidthelady，herhandsstillonShasta'sshoulders.
“I—Idon'tknow，”
stammeredShasta.
&is，Susan，”
saidtheKing.“Icouldgetofhim，trueorfalse.”
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