Apparently it was still very early morning. The sun had only just risen， and it had risen out of the forests which he saw low down and far away on his right. The country which he was looking at was absolutely new to him. It was a green valley.land dotted with trees through which he caught the gleam of a river that wound away roughly to the North.West. On the far side of the valley there were high and even rocky hills， but they were lower than the mountains he had seen yesterday. Then he began to guess where he was. He turned and looked behind him and saw that the slope on which he was standing belonged to a range of far higher mountains.
“I see，” said Shasta to himself. “Those are the big mountains between Archenland and Narnia. I was on the other side of them yesterday. I must have come through the pass in the night. What luck that I hit it！.at least it wasn’t luck at all really， it was Him. And now I‘m in Narnia.”
He turned and unsaddled his horse and took off its bridle.“Though you are a perfectly horrid horse，” he said. It took no notice of this remark and immediately began eating grass. That horse had a very low opinion of Shasta.