“If it comes 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？”
“Hush，” said Bree. “Here we are.”
And they were. They had come to the river’s 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 river‘s 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 it‘s 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 Tisroc’s palace （may he live for ever）.not sneaking in like this. It‘s different for you.”
Shasta thought all this very silly.