“Why， in that case， what is to prevent us all going together？” said Bree. “I trust， Madam Hwin， you will accept such assistance and protection as I may be able to give you on the journey？”
“Why do you keep talking to my horse instead of to me？” asked the girl.
“Excuse me， Tarkheena，” said Bree （with just the slightest backward tilt of his ears）， “but that’s Calormene talk. We‘re free Narnians， Hwin and I， and I suppose， if you’re running away to Narnia， you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn‘t your horse any longer. One might just as well say you’re her human.”
The girl opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. Obviously she had not quite seen it in that light before.
“Still，” she said after a moment‘s pause， “I don’t know that there‘s so much point in all going together. Aren’t we more likely to be noticed？”
“Less，” said Bree； and the mare said， “Oh do let‘s. I should feel much more comfortable. We’re not even certain of the way. I‘m sure a great charger like this knows far more than we do.”
“Oh come on， Bree，” said Shasta， “and let them go their own way. Can’t you see they don‘t want us？”
“We do，” said Hwin.
