“Shasta didn‘t！” snorted Bree. “At least he ran in the right direction： ran back. And that is what shames me most of all. I， who called myself a war.horse and boasted of a hundred fights， to be beaten by a little human boy.a child， a mere foal， who had never held a sword nor had any good nurture or example in his life！”
“I know，” said Aravis. “I felt just the same. Shasta wasmarvellous. I’m just as bad as you， Bree. I‘ve been snubbing him and looking down on him ever since you met us and now he turns out to be the best of us all. But I think itwould be better to stay and say we’re sorry than to go back to Calormen.”
“It‘s all ver y well for you，” said Bree. “You haven’t disgraced yourself. But I‘ve lost everything.”