It was about ten minutes later when all four of them （the two children wet nearly all over） came out and began to notice their surroundings. The moon was now high enough to peep down into the valley. There was soft grass on both sides of the river and， beyond the grass， trees and bushes sloped up to the bases of the cliffs. There must have been some wonderful flowering shrubs hidden in that shadowy undergrowth for the whole glade was full of the coolest and most delicious smells. And out of the darkest recess among the trees there came a sound Shasta had never heard before.a nightingale.
Everyone was much too tired to speak or to eat. The Horses， without waiting to be unsaddled， lay down at once. So did Aravis and Shasta.
About ten minutes later the careful Hwin said， “But we mustn’t go to sleep. We‘ve got to keep ahead of that Rabadash.”
“No，” said Bree very slowly. “Mustn’t go sleep. Just a little rest.”
Shasta knew （for a moment） that they would all go to sleep if he didn‘t get up and do something about it， and felt that he ought to. In fact he decided that he would get up and persuade them to go on. But presently； not yet； not just yet...
