Soon， however， they had more important things to think of. They were getting near Tashbaan. There were more， and larger， villages， and more people on the roads. They now did nearly all their travelling by night and hid as best they could during the day. And at every halt they argued and argued about what they were to do when they reached Tashbaan. Everyone had been putting off this difficulty， but now it could be put off no longer. During these discussions Aravis became a little， a very little， less unfriendly to Shasta； one usually gets on better with people when one is making plans than when one is talking about nothing in particular.
