I don’t quite hold with chariots or the kind of horses who draw chariots. That‘s not real cavalry. But he is a worthy nobleman. He filled my nosebag with sugar after the taking of Teebeth.” Or else Bree would say， “I was down at the lake of Mezreel that summer，” and Aravis would say， “Oh， Mezreel！ I had a friend there， Lasaraleen Tarkheena. What a delightful place it is. Those gardens， and the Valley of the Thousand Perfumes！” Bree was not in the least trying to leave Shasta out of things， though Shasta sometimes nearly thought he was. People who know a lot of the same things can hardly help talking about them， and if you’re there you can hardly help feeling that you‘re out of it.
Hwin the mare was rather shy before a great war.horse like Bree and said very little. And Aravis never spoke to Shasta at all if she could help it.