“He said he was going to start at once，” said Aravis. “That‘s how humans talk，” said Bree. “But you don’t geta company of two hundred horse and horsemen watered and victualled and armed and saddled and started all in a minute. Now： what‘s our direction？ Due North？
“No，” said Shasta. “I know about that. I’ve drawn a line. I‘ll explain later. Bear a bit to our left， both you horses. Ah.here it is！”
“Now，” said Bree. “All that about galloping for a day and a night， like in stories， can’t really be done. It must be walk and trot： but brisk trots and short walks. And whenever we walk you two humans can slip off and walk too. Now. Are you ready， Hwin？ Off we go. Narnia and the North！”
At first it was delightful. The night had now been going on for so many hours that the sand had almost finished giving back all the sun.heat it had received during the day， and the air was cool， fresh， and clear. Under the moonlight the sand， in every direction and as far as they could see， gleamed as if it were smooth water or a great silver tray. Except for the noise of Bree‘s and Hwin’s hoofs there was not a sound to be heard. Shasta would nearly have fallen asleep if he had not had to dismount and walk every now and then.