a low range of wooded hills which lay right across their path。 everyone was feeling excited because this was the last hill； when they reached the ridge at the top they would be looking down on tashbaan。 〃i do wish we were safely past it；〃 muttered shasta to hwin。 〃oh i do； i do；鈥�
said hwin fervently。
that night they wound their way through the woods up to the ridge by a wood…cutters track。 and when they came out of the woods at the top they could see thousands of lights in the valley down below them。 shasta had had no notion of what a great city would be like and it frightened him。 they had their supper and the children got some sleep。 but the horses woke them very early in the morning。
the stars were still out and the grass was terribly cold and wet； but daybreak was just beginning； far to their right across the sea。 aravis went a few steps away into the wood and came back looking odd in her new； ragged clothes and carrying her real ones in a bundle。 these； and her armour and shield and scimitar and the two saddles and the rest of the horses fine furnishings were put into the sacks。 bree and hwin had already got themselves as dirty and bedraggled as they could and it remained to shorten their tails。 as the only tool for doing this was araviss scimitar； one of the packs had to be undone again in order to get it out。 it was a longish job and rather hurt the horses。
〃my word！〃 said bree； 〃if i wasnt a talking horse what a lovely kick in the face i could give you！ i thought you were going to cut it； not pull it out。 thats what it feels like。鈥�
but in spite of semi…darkness and cold fingers all was done in the end； the big packs bound on the horses； the rope halters （which they were now wearing instead of bridles and reins） in the childrens hands； and the journey began。
〃remember；〃 said bree。 〃keep together if we possibly can。 if not； meet at the tombs of the ancient kings； and whoever gets there first must wait for the others。鈥�
〃and remember；〃 said shasta。 〃dont you two horses forget yourselves and start talking； whatever happens。鈥�
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CHAPTER FOUR
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shasta falls in with the narnians at first shasta could see nothing in the valley below him but a sea of mist with a few domes and pinnacles rising from it； but as the light increased and the mist cleared away he saw more and more。 a broad river divided itself into two streams and on the island between them stood the city of tashbaan； one of the wonders of the world。 round the very edge of the island； so that the water lapped against the stone； ran high walls strengthened with so many towers that he soon gave up trying to count them。 inside the walls the island rose in a hill and every bit of that hill； up to the tisrocs palace and the great temple of tash at the top； was pletely covered with buildings … terrace above terrace； street above street； zigzag roads or huge flights of steps bordered with orange trees and lemon trees； roofgardens； balconies； deep archways； pillared colonnades； spires； battlements； minarets； pinnacles。 and when at last the sun rose out of the sea and the great silver…plated dome of the temple flashed back its light； he was almost dazzled。
〃get on； shasta；〃 bree kept saying。
the river banks on each side of the valley were such a mass of gardens that they looked at first like forest； until you got closer and saw the white walls of innumerable houses peeping out from beneath the trees。 soon after that； shasta noticed a delicious smell of flowers and fruit。 about fifteen minutes later they were down among them； plodding on a level road with white walls on each side and trees bending over the walls。
〃i say；〃 said shasta in an awed voice。 〃this is a wonderful place！鈥�
〃i daresay；〃 said bree。 〃but i wish we were safely through it and out at the other side。
narnia and the north！鈥�
at that moment a low； throbbing noise began which gradually swelled louder and louder till the whole valley seemed to be swaying with it。 it was a musical noise； but so strong and solemn as to be a little frightening。
〃thats the horns blowing for the city gates to be open；〃 said bree。 〃we shall be there in a minute。 now； aravis； do droop your shoulders a bit and step heavier and try to look less like a princess。 try to imagine youve been kicked and cuffed and called names all your life。鈥�
〃if it es to that；〃 said aravis； 〃what about you drooping your head a bit more and arching your neck a bit less and trying to look less like a war…horse？鈥�
〃hush；〃 said bree。 〃here we are。鈥�
and they were。 they had e to the rivers edge and the road ahead of them ran along a many…arched bridge。 the water danced brightly in the early sunlight； away to the right nearer the rivers mouth； they caught a glimpse ships masts。 several other travellers were before them on the bridge； mostly peasants driving laden donkeys and mules or carrying baskets on their heads。 the children and horses joined the crowd。
〃is anything wrong？〃 whispered shasta to aravis； who had an odd look on her face。
〃oh its all very well for you；〃 whispered aravis rather savagely。 〃what would you care about tashbaan？ but i ought to be riding in on a litter with soldiers before me and slaves behind； and perhaps going to a feast in the tisrocs palace （may he live for ever） … not sneaking in like this。 its different for you。鈥�
shasta thought all this very silly。
at the far end of the bridge the walls of the city towered high above them and the brazen gates stood open in the gateway which was really wide but looked narrow because it was so very high。 half a dozen soldiers； leaning on their spears； stood on each side。 aravis couldnt help thinking； 〃theyd all jump to attention and salute me if they knew whose daughter i am。〃 but the others were only thinking of how theyd get through and hoping the soldiers would not ask any questions。 fortunately they did not。 but one of them picked a carrot out of a peasants basket and threw it at shasta with a rough laugh； saying： 〃hey！ horse…boy！ youll catch it if your master finds youve been using his saddle…horse for pack work。鈥�
this frightened him badly for of course it showed that no one who knew anything about horses would mistake bree for anything but a charger。
〃its my masters orders； so there！〃 said shasta。 but it would have been better if he had held his tongue for the soldier gave him a box on the side of his face that nearly knocked him down and said； 〃take that； you young filth； to teach you how to talk to freemen。〃 but
they all slunk into the city without being stopped。 shasta cried only a very little； he was used to hard knocks。
inside the gates tashbaan did not at first seem so splendid as it had looked from a distance。 the first street was narrow and there were hardly any windows in the walls on each side。 it was much more crowded than shasta had expected： crowded partly by the peasants （on their way to market） who had e in with them； but also with watersellers； sweetmeat sellers； porters； soldiers； beggars； ragged children； hens； stray dogs； and bare…footed slaves。 what you would chiefly have noticed if you had been there was the smells； which came from unwashed people； unwashed dogs； scent； garlic； onions； and the piles of refuse which lay everywhere。
shasta was pretending to lead but it was really bree； who knew the way and kept guiding him by little nudges with his nose。 they soon turned to the left and began going up a steep hill。 it was much fresher and pleasanter； for the road was bordered by trees and there were houses only on the right side； on the other they looked out over the roofs of houses in the lower town and could see some way up the river。 then they went round a hairpin bend to their right and continued rising。 they were zigzagging up to the centre of tashbaan。 soon they came to finer streets。 great statues of the gods and heroes of calormen … who are mostly impressive rather than agreeable to look at… rose on shining pedestals。 palm trees and pillared arcades cast shadows over the burning pavements。 and through the arched gateways of many a palace shasta caught sight of green branches； cool fountains； and smooth lawns。 it must be nice inside； he thought。
at every turn shasta hoped they were getting out of the crowd； but they never did。 this made their progress very slow； and every now and then they had to stop altogether。 this usually happened because a loud voice shouted out 〃way； way； way； for the tarkaan〃； or 〃for the tarkheena〃； or 〃for the fifteenth vizier〃； 〃or for the ambassador〃； and everyone in the crowd would crush back against the walls； and above their heads shasta would sometimes see the great lord or lady for whom all the fuss was being made； lolling upon a litter which four or even six gigantic slaves carried on their bare shoulders。 for in tashbaan there is only one traffic regulation； which is that everyone who is less important has to get out of the way for everyone who is more important； unless you want a cut from a whip or punch from the butt end of a spear。
it was in a splendid street very near the top of the city （the tisrocs palace was the only thing above it） that the most disastrous of these stoppages occurred。
〃way！ way！ way！〃 came the voice。 〃way for the white barbarian king； the guest of the tisroc （may he live for ever）！ way for the narnian lords。鈥�
shasta tried to get out of the way and to make bree go back。 but no horse； not even a talking horse from narnia； backs easily。 and a woman with a very edgy basket in her hands； who was just behind shasta； pushed the basket hard against his shoulders； and said； 〃now then！ who are you shoving！〃 and then someone else jostled him from the side and in the confusion of the moment he lost hold of bree。 and then the whole crowd
behind him became so stiffened and packed tight that he couldnt move at all。 so he found himself； unintentionally； in the first row and had a fine sight of the party that was ing down the street。
it was quite unlike any other party they had seen that day。 the crier who went before it shouting 〃way； way！〃 was the only calormene in it。 and there was no litter； everyone was on foot。 there were about half a dozen men and shasta had never seen anyone like them before。 for one thing； they were all as fair…skinned as himself； and most of them had fair hair。 and they were not dressed like men of calormen。 most of them had legs bare to the kneee。 their tunics were of fine； bright； hardy colours … woodland green； or gay yellow； or fresh blue。 instead of turbans they wore steel or silver caps； some of them set with jewels； and one with little wings on each side of it。 a few were bare…headed。 the swords at their sides were long and straight； not curved like calormene scimitars。 and instead of being grave and mysterious like most calormenes； they walked with a swing and let their arms and shoulders free； and chatted and laughed。 one was whistling。 you could see that they were ready to be friends with anyone who was friendly and didnt give a fig for anyone who wasnt。 shasta thought he had never seen anything so lovely in his life。