“And then， Narnia and the North！” whispered Bree. “But what if Shasta is not at the Tombs？”
“Wait for him of course，” said Aravis. “I hope you‘ve been quite comfortable.”
“Never better stabled in my life，” said Bree. “But if the husband of that tittering Tarkheena friend of yours is paying his head groom to get the best oats， then I think the head groom is cheating him.”
Aravis and Lasaraleen had supper in the pillared room.
About two hours later they were ready to start. Aravis was dressed to look like a superior slave.girl in a great house and wore a veil over her face. They had agreed that if any questions were asked Lasaraleen would pretend that Aravis was a slave she was taking as a present to one of the princesses.