Only when they had reached the very top did they slow up； that was because they found themselves facing great golden gates. And for a moment none of them was bold enough to try if the gates would open. They all felt just as they had felt about the fruit. “Dare we？ Is it right？ Can it be meant for us？”
But while they were standing thus a great hor n， wonderfully loud and sweet， blew from somewhere inside that walled garden and the gates swung open.
Tirian stood holding his breath and wondering who would ome out. And what came out was the last thing he had xpected： a little， sleek， bright.eyed Talking Mouse with red feather stuck in a circlet on its head and its left paw esting on a long sword. It bowed， a most beautiful bow， and aid in its shrill voice：
“Welcome， in the Lion’s name. Come further up and urther in.”
