“To hear is to obey，” said the groom， and at once set off at a remarkable speed in the direction of the city. There was no need to tell him to make haste： he also had been thinking a good deal about ghouls.
For the next few seconds Aravis was busy kissing the noses and patting the necks of Hwin and Bree just as if they were quite ordinary horses.
“And here comes Shasta！ Thanks be to the Lion！” said Bree.
Aravis looked round， and there， right enough， was Shasta who had come out of hiding the moment he saw the groom going away.
“And now，” said Aravis. “There’s not a moment to lose.” And in hasty words she told them about Rabadash‘s expedition.
“Treacherous hounds！” said Bree， shaking his mane and stamping with his hoof. “An attack in time of peace， without defiance sent！ But we’ll grease his oats for him. We‘ll be there before he is.”
“Can we？” said Aravis， swinging herself into Hwin’s saddle. Shasta wished he could mount like that.
“Brooh.hoo！” snorted Bree. “Up you get， Shasta. Can we！ And with a good start too！”