To ride on a Centaur is， no doubt， a great honour （and xcept Jill and Eustace there is probably no one alive in the orld today who has had it） but it is very uncomfortable. or no one who valued his life would suggest putting saddle on a Centaur， and riding bareback is no fun； specially if， like Eustace， you have never learned to ride t all. The Centaurs were very polite in a grave， gracious， rown.up kind of way， and as they cantered through the arnian woods they spoke， without turning their heads， lling the children about the properties of herbs and roots， he influences of the planets， the nine names of Aslan ith their meanings， and things of that sort. But however ore and jolted the two humans were， they would now ive anything to have that journey over again： to see those lades and slopes sparkling with last night’s snow， to be met y rabbits and squirrels and birds that wished you good orning， to breathe again the air of Narnia and hear the oices of the Narnian trees.
