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“Now，”
saidBree.“Allthataboutgallopingforadayandanight，likeinstories，'treallybedobewalkandtrot:butbrisktrotsandshortwalks.Andalkyoutwohumansslipoffandwalktoo.Now.Areyouready，Hwin?Offwego.Narniaah!”
Atfirstitwasdelightful.Thenighthadnowbeengoingonforsomanyhoursthatthesandhadalmostfinishedgivingbackallthesuhadreceivedduringtheday，andtheairwascool，fresh，andderthemoonlightthesaionandasfarastheycouldsee，gleamedasifitweresmreatsilvertray.ExceptforthenoiseofBree'sandHwin'shoofstherewasnotasoundtobeheard.Shastawouldnearlyhavefallenasleepifhehadnothadtodismountandwalkeverynowandthen.
Thisseemedtolastforhours.Theimewhentherewasnolongeranymooorideinthedeaddarknessforhoursandhours.AhereeahecouldseeBree'snedheadinfrontofhimalittlemoreclearlythanbefore;andslowly，veryslowly，hebegantograyflatnessoneveryside.Itlookedabsolutelydead，likesomethinginadeadworld;andShastafeltquiteterriblytiredahewasgettingdthathislipsweredry.Ahesqueakoftheleather，thejihebits，andthehehoofs-notPropputtypropputtyasitwouldbeonahardroad，butThubbudythubbudyonthedrysand.
Atlast，afterh，farawayhtthereglelongstreakray，lowdownonthehorizoreakofred.Itwasthematlast，butwithoutasiosingaboutit.Hewasgladofthewalkingbitsnow，forhewascolderthanever.
Thehesunroseahingamoment.Thegraysandturnedyellowandtwinkledasifitithdiamonds.OheshadowsofShastaandHwinandBreeandAravis，enormouslylong，racedbesidetheThedoublepeakofMountPire，farahead，flashediandShastasawtheywerealittleoutofthecourse.“Abitleft，abitleft，”
hesaofall，whenyoulookedback，Tashbaanwasalreadysmallaombswerequiteinvisible:sinthatsingle，jagged-edgedhumpwhichwasthecityoftheTisroefeltbetter.
Butn.ThoughTashbaanlookedveryfarawaywhesawit，itrefusedtolookanyfurtherawayastheywenton.Shastagaveuplookingbackatit，foritohefeelingthattheywerenotmovingatall.Thebeuisaheglareofthesandmadehiseyesache:buthekn'tshuttheHemustscrewthemupandkeeponlookiMountPireandshoutingoutdires.The.Heforthefirsttimewheodismountandpeddowheheatfromitstrutohisfaceasiffromtheopeningofanoveimeitwasworse.Butthethirdtime，ashisbarefeettouchedthesahpainabathestirrupaherhalfoverBree'sbackbeforeyoucouldhavesaidknife.
“Sorry，Bree，”
hegasped.“I'twalk.Itbur.”
“Ofcourse!”
pantedBree.“Shouldhavethoughtofthatmyself.Stayon.'tbehelped.”
“It'sallrightforyou，”
saidShastatoAravisalkingbesideHwin.“You'vegotshoeson.”
AravissaidnothingandlookedpriLet'shopeshedidn'tmeanto，butshedid.
Onagain，trotandwalkandtrot，jingle-jingle-jingle，squeak-squeak-squeak，smellofhothorse，smellofhotself，blindingglare，headaothingatalldifferentformileaftermile.Tashbaanwouldneverlookahemountainswouldneverlookanynearer.Youfeltthishadbeengoingonforalways—jingle-jingle-jingle，squeaksqueak-squeak，smellofhothorse，smellofhotself.
Ofetriedallsameswithorytomakethetimepass:andofcoursetheywereallnogood.Ariedveryhardnottothinkofdriiashbaan，clearspriinklingwithadarkearthysound，ilkjustoughandnottoodtheharderyoutriednottothink，themoreyouthought.
Atlasttherewassomethi—amassofrogupoutofthesandaboutfiftyyardslongandthirtyfeethigh.Itdidnotcastmuchshadow，forthesunwasnh，butitcastalittle.Intothatshadetheycrowded.Theretheyatesomefoodanddrankalittlewater.ItisnoteasygivingahorseadrinkoutofaskiBreeandHwihtheirlips.hinglikeenough.heHorseswerefleckedwithfoamahingwasnoisy.The>
Afteraveryshortresttheywentonagain.Samenoises，samesmells，sameglare，tillatlasttheirshadowsbegantofallht，alertilltheyseemedtostretchouttotheEasterheworld.VeryslowlythesuheWesternhorizon.Andnowatlasthewasdownand，thahemercilessglarewasgohoughtheheatingupfromthesandwasstillasbadasever.FourpairsofeyeswerelookingouteagerlyfhatSallowpadtheRavenhadspokenabout.But，mileaftermile，therewasnothingbutlevelsand.Andnowthedaywasquitedefinitelydone，andmostofthestarswereout，andstilltheHorsesthunderedonandtheroseandsankintheirsaddles，miserablewiththirstaillthemoonhadrisendidShasta—irange，barkingvoieohisperfectlydry-shoutout:
&is!”
Therewasnomistakingitnow.Ahead，andalittletht，theree:aslopedownwardandhummocksofroeachside.TheHorseswerefartootiredtospeakbuttheyswungroundtowarditandiheywereehegully.Atfirstitwasworseihadbeenouti，fortherewasabreathlessstuffiherockywallsandlessmoonlight.Theslopeuedsteeplydownwardsandtheroeitherhaheheightofcliffs.Theomeetvegetation—pricklycactus-likeplantsandcrassofthekindthatwouldprickyers.Soonthehorse-hooeadofsand.Roundeverybendofthevalley—andithadmaheylookedeagerlyforwater.TheHorseswereheerengthnow，andHwin，stumblingandpanting;waslaggingbehiheywerealmostindespairbeforeatlasttheycametoalittlemuddinessandatierthroughsofteraergrass.Aricklebecameabrook，andthebrookbecameastreamwithbushesoneachside，areambecameariverandtherecame（aftermoredisappoihanIcouldpossiblydescribe）—amomea，whohadbeeninakindofdoze，suddehatBreehadstoppedandfoundhimselfslippihemalittlecataractofouredintoabroadpool:andboththeHorseswerealreadyihtheirheadsd，drinking，drinking.“O-o-oh，”
saidShastaatohiskoopedhisheadrighti.Itstheloveliestmomentinhislife.
Itwasaboutteerwhenallfourofthem（thetwowetnearlyallover）cameoutaoheirsurroundings.Themoonwasopeepdownintothevalley.Therewassoftgrassonbothsidesoftheriver，ahegrass，treesandbushesslopeduptothebasesofthecliffs.Theremusthavebeensomewonderfulflshrubshiddeninthatshadrowthforthewholegladewasfullofthedmostdeliells.AndoutofthedarkestregthetreestherecameasoundShastahadneverheardbefhtingale.
Everyonewasmuchtootiredtospeakortoeat.TheHorses，withoutwaitingtobeunsaddled，laydownatonce.SodidAravisandShasta.
AbouttehecarefulHwinsaid，“Butwemustn'tgotosleep.We'vegottokeepaheadofthatRabadash.”
“No，”
saidBreeveryslowly.“Mustn'tgosleep.Justalittlerest.”
Shastaknew（foramoment）thattheywouldallgotosleepifhedidn'tgetupahingaboutit，aheoughtto.Infacthedecidedthathewouldgetupahemtogooly;justyet...
&hemoohenightingalesawohorsesandtwohuman，allfastasleep.
ItwasAraviswhoawokefirst.Thesunwasalreadyhighintheheavensandthehourswerealreadywasted.“It'smyfault，”
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