But the next day passed very slowly. Lasaraleen wanted to go back on the whole arrangement and kept on telling Aravis that Narnia was a country of perpetual snow and ice inhabited by demons and sorcerers， and she was mad to think of going there. “And with a peasant boy， too！” said Lasaraleen. “Darling， think of it！ It‘s not Nice.” Aravis had thought of it a good deal， but she was so tired of Lasaraleen’s silliness by now that， for the first time， she began to think that travelling with Shasta was really rather more fun than fashionable life in Tashbaan. So she only replied， “You forget that I‘ll be nobody， just like him， when we get to Narnia. And anyway， I promised.”
“And to think，” said Lasaraleen， almost crying， “that if only you had sense you could be the wife of a Grand Vizier！” Aravis went away to have a private word with the Horses.
“You must go with a groom a little before sunset down to the Tombs，” she said. “No more of those packs. You’ll be saddled and bridled again. But there‘ll have to be food in Hwin’s saddle.bags and a full water.skin behind yours， Bree. The man has orders to let you both have a good long drink at the far side of the bridge.”