She tore herself away from her friend’s affectionate embraces， stepped into a punt， cast off， and a moment later was out in midstream with a huge real moon overhead and a huge reflected moon down， deep down， in the river. The air was fresh and cool and as she drew near the farther bank she heard the hooting of an owl. “Ah！ That‘s better！” thought Aravis. She had always lived in the country and had hated every minute of her time in Tashbaan.
When she stepped ashore she found herself in darkness for the rise of the ground， and the trees， cut off the moonlight. But she managed to find the same road that Shasta had found， and came just as he had done to the end of the grass and the beginning of the sand， and looked （likehim） to her left and saw the big， black Tombs. And now at last， brave girl though she was， her heart quailed. Supposing the others weren’t there！ Supposing the ghouls were！ But she stuck out her chin （and a little bit of her tongue too） and went straight towards them.
But before she had reached them she saw Bree and Hwin and the groom.
“You can go back to your mistress now，” said Aravis （quite forgetting that he couldn‘t， until the city gates opened next morning）. “Here is money for your pains.”
