Hwin said it looked to her as if the safest thing was to go right through the city itself from gate to gate because one was less likely to be noticed in the crowd. But she approved of the idea of disguise as well. She said， “Both the human will have to dress in rags and look like peasants or slaves. And all Aravis’s armour and our saddles and things must be made into bundles and put on our backs， and the children must pretend to drive us and people will think we‘re on pack.horses.”
“My dear Hwin！” said Aravis rather scornfully. “As if anyone could mistake Bree for anything but a war.horse however you disguised him！”
“I should think not， indeed，” said Bree， snorting an letting his ears go ever so slightly back.
“I know it’s not a very good plan，” said Hwin. “But I think it‘s our only chance. And we haven’t been groomed for ages and we‘re not looking quite ourselves （at least， I’m sure I‘m not）. I do think if we get well plastered with mud and go along with our heads down as if we’re tired and lazy.and don‘t lift our hooves hardly at all.we might not be noticed. And our tails ought to be cut shorter： not neatly， you know， but all ragged.”