What had really happened was this. When Aravis saw Shasta hurried away by the Narnians and found herself alone with two horses who （very wisely） wouldn‘t say a word， she never lost her head even for a moment. She grabbed Bree’s halter and stood still， holding both the horses； and though her heart was beating as hard as a hammer， she did nothing to show it. As soon as the Narnian lords had passed she tried to move on again. But before she could take a step， another crier （“Bother all these people，” thought Aravis） was heard shouting out， “Way， way， way！ Way for the Tarkheena Lasaraleen！” and immediately， following the crier， came four armed slaves and then four bearers carrying a litter which was all a.flutter with silken curtains and all a.jingle with silver bells and which scented the whole street with perfumes and flowers. After the litter， female slaves in beautiful clothes， and then a few grooms， runners， pages， and the like. And now Aravis made her first mistake.
