Two Calormenes were driving a horse which was harnessed o a log. Just as the King reached them the log had got uck in a bad muddy place.
“Get on， son of sloth！ Pull， you lazy pig！” cried the alormenes， cracking their whips. The horse was already raining himself as hard as he could； his eyes were red and e was covered with foam.
“Work， lazy brute，” shouted one of the Calormenes： and s he spoke he struck the horse savagely with his whip. It as then that the really dreadful thing happened.
Up till now Tirian had taken it for granted that the horses hich the Calormenes were driving were their own horses； umb， witless animals like the horses of our own world. And hough he hated to see even a dumb horse overdriven， he as of course thinking more about the murder of the Trees. had never crossed his mind that anyone would dare to arness one of the free Talking Horses of Narnia， much less o use a whip on it. But as that savage blow fell the horseeared up and said， half screaming：