The next job， clearly， was to get something to eat and drink. Shasta trotted back through the Tombs.they looked quite ordinary now and he wondered how he could ever have been afraid of them.and down into the cultivated land by the river‘s side. There were a few people about but not very many， for the city gates had been open several hours and the early morning crowds had already gone in. So he had no diffculty in doing a little “raiding” （as Bree called it）. It involved a climb over a garden wall and the results were three oranges， a melon， a fig or two， and a pomegranate. After that， he went down to the river bank， but not too near the bridge， and had a drink. The water was so nice that he took off his hot， dirty clothes and had a dip； for of course Shasta， having lived on the shore all his life， had learned to swim almost as soon as he had learned to walk. When he came out he lay on the grass looking across the water at Tashbaan.all the splendour and strength and glory of it. But that made him remember the dangers of it too. He suddenly realized that the others might have reached the Tombs while he was bathing （“and gone onwithout me， as likely as not”）， so he dressed in a fright and tore back at such a speed that he was all hot and thirsty when he arrived and so the good of his bathe was gone.
