Then suddenly the sun rose and everything changed in a moment. The grey sand turned yellow and twinkled as if it was strewn with diamonds. On their left the shadows of Shasta and Hwin and Bree and Aravis， enormously long， raced beside them. The double peak of Mount Pire， far ahead， flashed in the sunlight and Shasta saw they were a little out of the course. “A bit left， a bit left，” he sangout. Best of all， when you looked back， Tashbaan was already small and remote. The Tombs were quite invisible： swallowed up in that single， jagged.edged hump which was the city of the Tisroc. Everyone felt better.
