Bree only snorted in answer but he did sheer away to his right. Oddly enough the other horse seemed also to be sheering away to the left， so that in a few seconds the space between them had widened a good deal. But as soon as it did so there came two more lions‘ roars， immediately after one another， one on the right and the other on the left， the horses began drawing nearer together. So， apparently， did the lions. The roaring of the brutes on each side was horribly close and they seemed to be keeping up with the galloping horses quite easily. Then the cloud rolled away. The moonlight， astonishingly bright， showed up everything almost as if it were broad day. The two horses and two riders were galloping almast neck to neck and knee to knee just as if they were in a race. Indeed Bree said （afterwards） that a finer race had never been seen in Calormen.
