Very soon the moon shone and the nightingale sang over two horses and two human children， all fast asleep.
It was Aravis who awoke first. The sun was already high in the heavens and the cool morning hours were already wasted. “It’s my fault，” she said to herself furiously as she jumped up and began rousing the others. “One wouldn‘t expect Horses to keep awake after a day’s work like that， even if they can talk. And of course that Boy wouldn‘t； he’s had no decent training. But I ought to have known better.”
The others were dazed and stupid with the heaviness of their sleep.
“Neigh.ho.broo.hoo，” said Bree. “Been sleeping in my saddle， eh？ I‘ll never do that again. Most uncomfortable.”
“Oh， come on， come on，” said Aravis. “We’ve lost half the morning already. There isn‘t a moment to spare.”
“A fellow’s got to have a mouthful of grass，” said Bree. “I‘m afraid we can’t wait，” said Aravis.
“What‘s the terrible hurry？” said Bree. “We’ve crossed the desert， haven‘t we？”
“But we’re not in Archenland yet，” said Aravis. “And we‘ve got to get there before Rabadash.”
