“My dear Madam，” said Bree. “Have you pictured to yourself how very disagreeable it would be to arrive in Narnia in that condition？”
“Well，” said Hwin humbly （she was a very sensible mare），“the main thing is to get there.”
Though nobody much liked it， it was Hwin’s plan which had to be adopted in the end. It was a troublesome one and involved a certain amount of what Shasta called stealing， and Bree called “raiding”. One farm lost a few sacks that evening and another lost a coil of rope the next： but some tattered old boy‘s clothes for Aravis to wear had to be fairly bought and paid for in a village. Shasta returned with them in triumph just as evening was closing in. The others were waiting for him among the trees at the foot of a low range of wooded hills which lay right across their path. Everyone was feeling excited because this was the last hill； when they reached the ridge at the top they would be looking down on Tashbaan.
“I do wish we were safely past it，” muttered Shasta to Hwin.
“Oh I do， I do，” said Hwin fervently.
